I hate all of my pretty butterflies,
I hate friendships and desserts.
They taste good but then you see,
make your stomach feel bittersweet.

I miss love, I miss all I ever was.
Lately life feels blue like blueberries,
but without sweetness and scent,
just the color of deep depression.

Feels like I've reached my dead end,
like I am too broken to be alright.
When I go to sleep I just wish, pray,
that I won't have to wake up again.

This pain is killing my soul slowly,
I don't see the point for roses,
when they wither in time anyways.
My favorite rose I lost that day.

© dats_poetry