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Withered
I don't like empty rooms
I need a good fade out
It's how all the greats go
That's why they are great
I can't do this anymore
I can't be nothing anymore
I want to run
There's no where to run
I want to hide
I can't hide from myself
I want to die
I can't take my life
I need a reason to survive
a way to show the people I am alive
The love I once held so dear
is making everything unclear
I am only pretty when I cry
All beautiful flowers must wither and die
There are so many of them
They are blurry when I move
With misery growing wild
Why do you still smile?
awesome poem