Because if you do you’ll just Die

Like a withered flower 

Who has no vase

That dies because it hasn’t been fed 

With joy...Depression was what it was being fed, Anxiety, Starvation, Loveless, Neglected

It was never happy 

people would just start to ignore it

My life was like that flower 

Yet I relived as a bold bird

But those days are gone 

And now I’m a bird with

bold Silver colors, Old, Broken