I'm looking back on flowers past,
My healed grazes and wilted petals.
I realise now it was never meant to last,
The river had to run dry, eventually.
Sweet petal, how do you still bloom?
All those around you, gave up aeons ago.
Though even with the challenges you face,
Your light shines with purity, white as snow.
It was never meant to last...
My happiness, I mean.
It wasn't ever deserved.
And should be left to my youth to die.
How is it that I have survived this long?
17 years coming on the next.
Why do I get the feeling that
I have outstayed my welcome on this planet?
For my 17 years, I know I look older,
Stress and sorrow pulling at my face,
Making me age "prematurely".
I can't help but feel sad,
Or see the negative in everything,
I've had a life of nothing but that.
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