A cry to be heard
I used to be a blossom
Filled with joy and simplicity
Waiting to see what will become of sweet, little me.
I would wonder what magic awaits for the rest of my journey.
The possibilities of the greatness
The chances of misery
The self fulfilling prophecies
Later I found that I was growing stronger
No longer was I that dainty little flower
I was tall and strong and independent
The feeling of invincibility was solild in my chest
But people kept using me
Life kept abusing me
I thought I was the epitome of grounded
But I fell
I am lost
Waiting to be found
I am desperate
Trying to find an answer
I am crying
Screaming for help
I am melancholy
And there is no one there to care
But I won't be forever
And that changes everything