Wilted.

Falling to fast,
Fading so slow,
Turning into nothing,
Nothing I know.

I’m a wilting flower,
Dieing.
My petals are falling,
My scent turns foul.

I’m a beautiful swan,
That falls into oil,
The toxic liquid chokes and kills me,
And my white feathers are tainted black.

I am a nothing,
No feelings,
A hole,
I’m worth nothing.

I breath,
Eat,
I am,
But so are weeds.

I feel nothing,
I’m numb,
A wilted flower,
In shadows I cower.

I’m hurting and crying,
I cut and wish I were dying,
I call for you my friend,
But you are nowhere to be found.

I’m a wound solider,
I can’t carry on,
I fall to the ground,
And bleed to death in mud.

I am a dying sun,
Fading till I die,
Once shining,
But now forgotten.