Beauty's Death

Imagine a flower.

It's beautiful right?

So colorful and bright.

Am I right?

Maybe for some and maybe not for others.

A flower in my opinion is in a pile because of humans

With others around it

Growing because of others affecting it

If it gets damaged, it slowly dies

We pick flowers based on how they look

The darker it gets, the more it slowely dies

Most flowers get picked

And that represents the shit we go through

Each flower picked is one of us getting knocked down

Each time

Each flower

Each tear

Each thought

Each feeling

And

Each death.

Flowers are usually bright and glowing

But our society ruined it

And our flowers aren't as beautiful as they used to be perceived

Because society focuses on dumber things

Rather than the beauty around us

And we just take advantage.

Slowly, this world is dying