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Living in fear of life itself,
As a wallflower, deeply rooted,
This unfertile soil slowly chokes my lungs.

My lips tightly sewn shut,
As a stone, I sit and wait,
For something that will not suffice.

Seventeen years I have roamed this earth,
Yet I have not lived a day since my birth.
Friends are but a bandage on this crimson wound,
Only so long can the real problem be hidden.

Days turn into nights as I start to wither,
As a wallflower, uprooted in the wind,
Rot starts to build in the form of solidarity.

My eyes burn from the stench of desertion,
As a stone, I plummet,
Deeper and deeper into the murky waters.

Seventeen years I have roamed this earth,
Yet I have not lived a day since my birth.
Friends are but a bandage on this crimson wound,
Only so long can the real problem be hidden.

So when I'm dead and gone, would anyone notice?
That the one who was there for the good and the bad,
Is now not there at all, but just a memory.
Do you think that they would care?
To see this man that no one knew lying in a open casket.

Seventeen years I have roamed this earth,
Yet I have not lived a day since my birth.
#2
not to shoot the title down, but it's already been taken by a band called carolyn's spine......aside from that - not too bad. nice imagery.