# #life #suffering #sadness #pain #depression #falling
Bound 2
I’d rather die than stay with you,
You’re leaving me lost, alone, and confused.
I cut my wrists, watch them bleed,
Each drop falling, a fragile seed.
A flower of love, too ugly to bear,
Pick it, prune it—I no longer care.
Petals scatter, one by one,
Until there’s nothing, nothing left—undone.
An ugly girl, a tangled mess,
Her heart weighed down with deep distress.
No one cares; they whisper “hate,”
She’ll never again find a true mate.
Yet still she longs, though scarred, exposed,
To bloom at last into a rose—
A fragile treasure, waiting to be shown,
A fleeting beauty, never her own.
