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by stormingdance (Lessa) Aug 16, 2016 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Falling to the ground, gently losing control, A rose completes its transformation, Losing an internal, emotional battle. A rose is wilted of life By its very own thorns A succulent juice Seeps through her pours. A beautiful poison Destroying her world A suffocating depression Eating at her personage. Wing-like leaves Shred into a million pieces As a rose struggles to survive. Vain and sorrowful It fails to fly And dreadfully plummets To the world below. Lachrymal struggles to escape But so vain is her soul That she fails to reconcile with herself And refuses to lose what dignity is left. Tolerance for despondency Is a virtue in today's world For without, suicide will surely follow. A rose so rich with materials But so lonely to the core Faces the world With a stone face. A lonely secret Locked with a soul A beautiful poison Creeps through her veins. The only thing to remain Is her forgotten, lonely soul.