I still cant breath in this world,
seeming to standing alone and un-noticed in a crowded room,
or endlessly falling in the middle of no where,
my screams falling victim to nothings ears
nothing to catch my fall,
not even a moon to light my way into this dark abyss.
Every time i breath,
its like a sharp stab of emotions,
and each breath is something different,
each rise and fall is a swift push to wards the edge of my limit,
to where there is no return.
Sometimes my heart feels like a wilting flower,
and everyday with every breeze of the wind,
every breath I take,
a pedal falls of,
and one day when the last pedal falls off my flower,
i hope in the end someone will be there,
and gently pick up my withered pedals,
putting me back together,
with all the love and caring that is needed.
With in return a bouquet of fireflies will blossom for that someone,
writing a happy ending for them in the stars to be read by all,
turning this whole world up side down,
and silencing the harsh wind,
and bringing back my breath.
