Withered Flower of Love

I am a flower...

I sprouted...

I grew...

I withered...

I sprouted when my mother gave me a birth.

I grew with the help of the machines.

After that, I started to wither.

I become more scared as time passes by.

I want to live a normal life.

I want to get out of this silly place.

I want to see the beauty of this world.

I want to meet other people.

I want to meet the person who will love me the most.

I want to do the things that I badly want to do...

BEFORE THEY BURY ME IN THE COLD GROUND TOGETHER WITH THE FLOWERS AND THEIR TEARS.

BEFORE I... DIE.