The Girl Who Wilted

Day by day I watch you lose your mind. Depression hits and you lose track of time. Days turn to weeks, weeks flow into months as staring at a blank wall becomes a routine Your body wilts like the petals of a rose crumbling gently with each passing moment The light of your soul now shone dim Blinking slowly until it finally stops. Your breathing ceases, your eyes go dead Constantly they gaze lost in the blankness ahead A tear escapes my eye as I stare with a broken heart at the girl that was once a flower Yet let depression kill her Turning her in to weeds... (c) 2011 T. Y. L