I, once upon a time, carried a burden inside...I sung a last goodbye; a broken rhyme I had underlined. There's an ocean of sorrow in you...

I don't know why people like to hurt me. Obviously my vulnerability must shine through and I'm an easy target for the insecure to build themselves up. I'm lured in like a fly to a Venus Fly Trap... At first they always appear to be someone their not; beautiful, kind, gentle, caring, passionate, understanding and sensitive. But, when I get too close, the facade disappears. But then it's too late...I've already been eaten alive. And as I'm devoured, I keep holding on. I'm regurgitated a number of times... and I always go back... because I remember that false beauty that I once saw and hope that maybe it exists somewhere. But it's only more fakery. And I continue to let myself be walked over...out of fear, hope, faith in love, and ingenuity. But when the final hand of cards are dealt... I'm no longer the prize. I'm not even worth a glance. But in all reality, I am the flower. I'm a rare, delicate flower that is still alive after being trampled on. I'm a rare, delicate flower that is unappreciated. But I still continue to bloom. - amor e morte