I am a dead flower

That the sun scorch on it with no effects

I feel it’s already killing me over and again

The water that suppose to keep me alive has made me wet over and again

The wind made me sway like a broken wire that had no root on it

My roots have vanished, I don’t feel them

I feel like a wounded animal

My memories vanished from my mind like I don’t exist

I try to search but I am running to a never-ending way

I am non-existent

It’s like I was never here

My spirit and soul dieing

My body is dying slowly

I feel useless and invaluable

My spirit is empty and down

My thoughts are dry like a empty planet

My soul is empty, can’t even feel my body

It’s like I am dead already

No one seems to notice my presence

Like a lost spirit

I became invisible when I became a dry flower

Will I be the same again?

It’s like I am a ghost

Why do I want to sleep all day and never wake up?

I want to sleep like a sack that no one use

I want to be alone as that we all die alone the way I was born

Can I come out of this?

Will I be the same again?

Will the wheel turn to good old days again?