Short stories (horrors)

I am as a flower

I am like a flower, I am pretty but not beautiful, I grow slowly, but one day I'll stop holdin on so tight and give in to the thoughs inside my head. I know I'm trying hard, too hard, to stay strong and keep to life. I am as a flower, that died but still holds on, I am that flower that's torn, peddles are missing from me, and I seem hurt, but only to myself because, once again, I'm still holding on and if I let go, I'll fall apart completely. Therefore, I am gone already, but no one knows it.