Wilted Flowers

Thoughts

I'm drowning in my thoughts.
They asked who put them there,
But I don't know.

How do they not understand?

They're just there. No one put them there, or at least that's what I used to think.

I've come to the realization, it was them. The ones who offered love, in return for a slap in the face, and then asked why my face was bruised.

It got to the point where I couldn't even recognize my self in the mirror, all these bruises became cuts and the cuts became scars.

I truly thought I lost myself.

I'd cover it up with a smile. A smile that held back tears because if I stopped smiling they would fall. I would fall.

If I fell, then they would finally see the damage they've done, but I'm smarter than that. Because they'll act like they care, like I'm important. They won't mean it. It's really just words. Words to cover up the mistakes they've made that caused permanent damage.

So for now I'll wait. I'll hope, but I can't hold on forever. One day I'll fall, and everyone below me will runaway because they know they can't help me anymore. I will be too far up for them to catch me, so they'll run so they aren't blamed for the damage they caused.