The flowers speak for me
With their colors so bright
Lost in my thoughts
I’m only able to write
…

As my mind would began to race,
And the confusion quickly set in
I knew of only one place,
It was a place I’d often been
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Until that day,
I was a depressed boy—
An anxious boy—
Beaten down by my own mind
…

The sunflower
So bright, so brilliant
Every flaw so apparent
Along with its perfection
…

A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor. 
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
…

I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
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The days shadows grew long
The perfect dream was evermore
My tears fell like the softest rain
Returning a soul from its hellish war
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The things that occupy my troubled mind
Those things right there in front of me
It is that which I pine the most often for
At night, I lie there awake, just trying to sleep
…

My hands, they were shaking
My anxiety had beaten me down
I did my best to ignore it
Yet, it knew when I was around
…