Book of Suicide
2003-08-26 00:02:55 (UTC)

flourish in peace

what illusion have i stumbled upon in which those
surrounding me begin to care? i, a weed whom chokes life
of the most beautiful rose, suddenly am thrown in amongst a
garden bed of love by others so fair and nuturing. a dream
indeed, and so short lived. a taunting trial to slash my
roots and foliage that want only to creep into someone's
heart and flourish there in peace. but like all weeds,
none are wanted, and are left to wither and die; such is my