'' Bad Days Make Good Poems ''

Window Flower [mental health poem]

There's a dying flower on my windowsill.

i give it all of my attention,
i try to give it some redemption,
every day, more intervention,
just to make it live.

It wilts more every day.

i keep praying it'll survive,
try my hardest to keep it alive,
it doesn't even need to thrive,
i just want it to get better.

The flower's stem grows thin.

i ignore everything for this quest,
i am trying my best,
but the fears that i detest,
slap me hard across my face.

I fall to the floor.

weeping, aching, shaking,
my worldview is breaking,
wondering why its not waking,
after ive tried so hard.

The flower just lacks desire to get better.

pleading to know why,
trying hard not to cry,
the flower seemed destined to die,
like id constantly feared.

I keep it in the window.

i sigh as i stare,
still trying to repair,
the flower for which i care,
despite how little hope is there.

I try.
I try so hard.