The pale girl held onto dead flowers
She stood still with them for hours
The sharp thorns cut her hands
As her feet rested in the cold sand
Red liquid ran down her arms
From the flowers causing her harm
Yet she still stayed unmoving
Her lack of response wasn't soothing
The wilted pedals reflect her soul
The dark colours creating a pull
Her blank stare watching the sky
Her plump lips never cry
She was alive on the outside
But falling further away on the inside
Slowly wasting away in the cruel world
Her last words never heard
And no one saw her desire
No one was there to relight her fire
So like the flowers she started to decay
Until she lost her ability to say
The words that always rested within
The ones that overcome sin
The pedals fell away one by one
Until in her hands she held none
They left like everything she had in life
Left her standing with inner strife
As the once beautiful flowers melted away
And their grey dust flew away
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YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
