Maybe it's time
It's time to give up
To give up the struggle
The negativity
The cutting
The pills
The vomiting
The crying
The hiding
The pressure
Development of blossoming
Is yet to come
So give it up now
Some words, so simple
But still overused:
It always gets better
Because everything has an end
Good or bad
You're a flower
Still growing
Not to be touched
Delicate
But beautiful
You've been tampered with
And feel it's the end
But it's not
It's only the beginning
Of your blossom