You are no flower—
Not one worth putting in a vase, anyway.
You’ve wilted away in what should be your prime,
Tearing your petals off,
Depriving yourself of nourishment,
And living in perpetual shadow.
It’s no wonder you can’t be alone with your thoughts
Without bending your mind until it snaps;
But if you can’t live with yourself,
No one else will be able to live with you, either.