Midnight flashes

The girl with daisy petal eyes

So hey guys! I'm not entirely sure where this came from, but I wrote it in about half an hour and frankly it scares me. Although I personally have never experienced thoughts such as the girl who this poem rotates around, I do know many people who have done. Please bear in mind that this poem
contains themes of self harm, depression and suicide, so please don't read it it could potentially trigger or upset you!
I would like to note that I am not attempting to romanticise the matters that occur in this poem, by any measure. The use of flowers throughout the writing is a metaphor, rather than an attempt to make suicide and self harm seem beautiful and delicate.
As ever, I love hearing your views on my writing, so please comment any improvements or compliments so I know what to alter and keep in future pieces that I write!
So yeah, enjoy! Xx
~Anna

There once was a girl with daisy petal eyes,
Her lips were a a rosebud guise
She waltzed around in sun and rain,
Laughing and trying to hide the pain.
Even when the storm clouds set in,
She refused to settle and sit with her kin.
For she was so different to them in many ways,
Her arms bore the scars from multiple days.
When she would sit in the corner and sob and cry,
Wishing and hoping that she maybe might die.
As she stared forlornly at her shaking form,
This sight sadly, soon became the norm.
For every day that passed her by,
Daisy petal girl would pin her hopes up high.
That maybe just once she will go deep,
But this never happened and her life she did keep.
But still she sat and sobbed and reached out a hand,
To the package sticking out of her pocket near her waist band.
She unwrapped the box and laughed with joy,
For she had found a wonderfully unique new toy.
However, these weren't the kind of toys that littered your childhood,
Instead, the kind that were meant to be kept out of reach for good.
The girl, tears running down her smiling rosebud lips,
Began to pop each white pill from the wrapping near her hips.
And sighed with relief as she threw them down her throat,
And with time, began to feel as though she could soar and float.
Her daisy petal eyes soon dimmed and began to close,
And her once outstretched hand recoiled and fell by her nose.
There once was a girl with daisy petal eyes,
Her lips were a rosebud guise.
Who now lies many feet below the cold ground,
As people above her cry raindrops without a sound.
These drops hit the earth in varying shape and size,
To help grow yet another pair of daisy petal eyes.