A dying, wilted flower
Is what I have become
An empty, hollow oyster shell
A dried out piece of gum
An old abandoned bird’s nest
A wrapper in the trash
In the corner of your fireplace
I am the grimy ash
I think that no one wants me
I think nobody cares
I lie in bed and cry all night
And whisper passive prayers
Tears run down my cold, white face
My chest, it aches because
Now there is just a hollow space
Where my small heart once was
Flashbacks race into my mind
Of school and all those girls
Who glowered as they passed me
Flouncing ostentatious curls
They said, “You’re dumb. You’re stupid”
“You are not worth a dime!”
“We hate your clothes, we hate your hair”
“Don’t try, don’t waste your time”
They pushed me down, they bruised my heart
I tried to seem real tough
But I could not get on my feet again
And no one came to help me up
Those girls left scars that will not fade
They ruined all my joy
And they are why I now remain
A useless, wooden toy
Secluded, isolated
Curled up in a sad ball
Until one day my old best friend
Picked up the phone and called
She said, “How is it going?”
“I know you’ve been depressed”
“Want to come to my house?”
So I got up and got dressed
I went over my friend’s house
We laughed, like good old days
We talked and joked and giggled
I felt better in many ways
I remembered how my friend and I
Used to have great lives
We did everything together
And now I felt revived
I had something to live for
And someone wanted me
My friend just might die also
If I ended my life tragically
I called my friend to thank her
I just wanted to say
“You helped me so immensely”
“I almost took my life that day”
But then I knew you loved me
You didn’t want to see me go
I was not alone in the big wide world
There was something else but woe
So if you’re a wilted flower
And need a fresh, new start
There’s still time to grow stronger
And fill up your empty heart