⚠️TW: Suicide⚠️
As a flower, she was told
She could only grow one way
She followed this rule as long as she could
Yet her morals still were swayed
She wore the perfect dress
Just like her pretty smile
But like all good things, it would fade
It could only last a while
Her days soon grew shorter
Nights became more long
They made her feel like a weed
Like she was something wrong
She cut her hair and changed her style
Just wanting to fit in
From skirts to shorts, dresses to a tux
Soon the her was a him
But still he felt left out
Looking in from far away
He didn't understand what changed
Or what triggered the change that day
He decided if he couldn't fit in
Maybe he would a different time
He took the pills, shot the gun
Everything played out in line.
He thought the pain would linger
Thought it wouldn't go away
But all he did was pass the pain
To friends and family that day
His family will never forget
The day that brought his doom
She was just a fragile flower
That forgot how to bloom.
Yay my first poem I wrote in a long time and I'm actually kinda proud of it? Anyways it's 11:30 at night and I'm tired so I'm gonna go sleep and maybe post something happier later. Until next time,
~Lane🌸
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