You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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L: Wilted Flower
The Wilted Flower's Final Breath | The end of someone who tried to heal but was broken by betrayal and loss.
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Is this what hell feels like? To be stabbed in the back by the ones you loved, The ones you trusted with your fragile heart? Is this the taste of betrayal, Sharp as broken glass, Sinking deeper with every breath you take?
I thought we were the wilted flowers, Two broken souls in search of love, Searching for the light that could heal our hearts. But I was wrong. I was the wilted flower. The fool who clung to poisonous thorns, Too desperate for comfort to see the danger. Too weak to escape the grasp of the one who destroyed me.
I should've known. I should've seen the darkness in her eyes, The way she wore her love like a mask, Hiding the poison beneath her smile. But I let myself believe. I let myself fall into her arms, Into her lies, Into the trap I never thought would catch me. And now, she's gone. And I am left to rot in the ashes of my own foolishness.
Is this what hell feels like? To lose everything, To watch the people you love fall, One by one, Because you were too selfish to see the truth? Hyunjin. Riki. Gone, Because I couldn't let go of the need for someone to hold me, To love me, Even when it cost me everything.
I wanted to heal. I wanted to believe in something, In someone who could make the pain go away. But instead, I became the broken thing. The wilted flower, Whose petals fell one by one Until there was nothing left but thorns. And the world turned its back on me, Too late to save what was already lost.
My last breath is a whisper on the wind. A silent apology to those who I failed, To those I left behind, To those I couldn't save. I was the poison, And I poisoned them all. The ones who loved me most Were the first to fall.
So now, I die alone. The ocean takes me, Its cold embrace my final refuge. The waves wash away my sins, My regrets, But they can't erase the truth, I was the wilted flower all along. The one who withered, The one who drowned.
Is this what hell feels like? Or is this all there is, A broken soul, A shattered heart, And the weight of a love that was never enough To save anyone, Not even me.
