I may be a withering flower in a vase with poisonous water but I'm still a flower.
I'll get rid of the water and give my sterm time to heal.
I'll replace the poisonous water in the vase with healing water.
My sterm will heal and suck the fresh water up to my pink pretty petals and I'll shine again
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Withering Flower, The Depression
PoesiaThe poem is about depression and how one fell into it trying to avoid it by being strong and bottling up feelings coz they didn't want to communicate their frustrations and hurt doing that trying to keep the peace with the closest to them by the way.
