I tried so hard to be beautiful
Tried to be that thing you wanted to hold hands with
Tried to be that thing that person you needed me to be
Tried so hard to get you to acknowledge me.
So I wasn’t that shining star, of the apple of his eye
So I wasn’t expected to live this long
Was suppose to die
Even now do you have any regret? Any remorse? No you say things worse.
Sometimes I don’t feel like people know me at all. Sometimes I’m just another flower pasted to a wall. And wall is faded, mistreated and half dilapidated.
Rusted and covered in old vines and leaves that show hidden colors.
Oranges and reds and yellows.
Almost like a fire flickering a fuck you.
Yes fuck you and that sunny side up root. Fuck this whole fake happiness fuck this wannabe happy smile with a tear stained face and above all fuck the world.
It all can fade away with the ashes and cinders that dance like fireflies.
Some see this all as a rant of words; negative and slurred. But really it is all to rejoice. For there is a happy medium to the end. All because of a special friend.