Withering [water me.]..

Flowers are growing in the garden

Beautiful and delicate, waiting to be plucked.

Dandelions grow around her

Stealing water from her roots.

Dehydration absorbs her energy &

Thorns erupt from her frame.

[she could be so beautiful if she… if she… if]..;

Flowers are growing in his garden

Beautiful; in full bloom, waiting to be plucked.

Soft hands bleed while caressing his petals

But they don’t find enough beauty in bandages [to stay].

You choose to wither away,

Letting weeds steal your beauty.

[pick me.]

A flower is dying in her garden

Starving, withering away.

It’s become a habit to pierce herself with her own thorns.

[save me.]..

Flowers left in the garden will end up right back in the dirt.

(help me.)