Challenge
Suicide (any format)
Suicide
Withering [water me.]..
Flowers are growing in the garden
Beautiful and delicate, waiting to be plucked.
Dandelions grow around her
Stealing water from her roots.
Dehydration absorbs her energy &
Thorns erupt from her frame.
[she could be so beautiful if she… if she… if]..;
Flowers are growing in his garden
Beautiful; in full bloom, waiting to be plucked.
Soft hands bleed while caressing his petals
But they don’t find enough beauty in bandages [to stay].
You choose to wither away,
Letting weeds steal your beauty.
[pick me.]
A flower is dying in her garden
Starving, withering away.
It’s become a habit to pierce herself with her own thorns.
[save me.]..
Flowers left in the garden will end up right back in the dirt.
(help me.)
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