Withered

She was on the ground,

Like withered petals,

Spit on,

Stomped on,

Not cherished,

Nor loved,

It was all only until she gave them what they wanted,

When she stopped,

And started to live,

For herself,

Then came her disaster,

In the form of him,

She thought she was loved,

Cared for,

Not knowing that the toxicity from the love,

Was making her wilt,

All of this because she wanted to live,

Her life.