The truth is
We've all thought of how
It would be better
If life just ended
And we've all wondered
What the best way would be
To switch off the switch
That keeps the power flowing through
Our bodies
But something stops us
Tells us to give it more time
So we drift through life
Hoping we can make up our minds
And let the darkness flow through us
Rob us of life
But also of pain
But we aren't all the same flowers
Some are easy to crush
Others survive the wounds and bruises
And wilt away slowly
I hope you are thick petaled
Unlike some
Who
At the gentlest of breezes
Leave abode
And
Surrender.
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