Petals

Death is the only option.
Death is the only way out.
There is no hope for me.
No pretty flower petals falling from the tree.
Death is my flower.
His scythe, the stem.
My blood is the petals falling from life.
There is no sun, moon, or water.
Life inside just an empty shell.
I'm a prisoner to my mind.
Constantly fighting a never ending cycle.
If I don't try to save myself, no one else will.
God loves me... It's just hard for me to see it.
I'm never really alone, if that's the case.
Never.