Two flowers of the same seed,
One grows, and the other doesn’t.
Everyone says Flower One is so beautiful and praises it,
But little did they know Flower One
Was pretending to be Flower Two
And was just very good at it.
Flower Two was never talked about
Unless being compared to Flower One.

Emotionless objects, but a deep message.
They follow but never support,
See but never comment,
Hate, then plagiarize.

I’ve come so far but still sink.
Gave too much for half-truths.
I look to be saved from non-saviors.
Stupidity and trust — my greatest weakness.

Time hasn’t brought me peace,
Only made me think about
Every little decision —
The gift of a curse:
My luck.

I’m Flower Two.

Hardly anything on earth is free
Pay the price I paid for you
There's a lot you owe me
There's a price list too
From now on, every tear I shed costs a nickel
Every "I love you" costs a dime
Every little broken piece of my heart costs ten dollars
Maybe I'll be have enough to buy myself back

I can't breathe
This darkness is consuming me
I can't breathe
I am drowning in my misery
I can't breathe
I am blind in this void
I can't breathe
I am being pulled under by something
I cannot avoid

I’m always trapped in a cage,
No matter how much I age,
People’s expectations,
My own limitations,
The iron bars surround me,
The cages won’t let me free,
I’m surrounded by my failures and guilt,
It was a cage I built,
But a cage nonetheless,
My soul bleeds pain like pus from an abscess,
Everything I’ve done,
Every failure on rerun,
Maybe eventually I’ll heal from all of this,
But I’m within the cages abyss,
Unable to fully be,
Until my cages set me free,

I have not changed
The same memories haunt me
I have not escaped
The same monsters chase me

The words still play in my mind
The boat is sinking
They have never been kind
I am overthinking

I am not the captain of this boat
I cannot outrun these nightmares
The cries stuck in my throat
My eyes dry of tears

Recovery is brutal
Is trying futile?

Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
That’s why some things are better off dead