EVERYTHING HAS WITHERED

I CAN NO LONGER WEATHER THE STORM

I CAN NO LONGER FEEL THE SUN 

I AM DYING

LIKE FLOWERS WITH CUT STEMS

LIKE A DRESS WITH RIPPED HYMNS

I AM BROKEN WITHIN

I NEED TO REBIRTH

MY SEEDS NEED TO FIND EARTH

MY DYING PEDALS ARE HURT

MOVE ME TOWARD THE LIGHT

OUT OF THE DARKNESS OF MY LIFE

NO ONE NOTICES

OUT OF MIND OUT OF SITE

IF I TURN INTO MOLD

CAN I STILL BE MOLDED 

CAN I STILL COME CLEAN

AM I WORTH SAVING

I AM WHAT IS PASSED BY EVERYDAY

WITHOUT SECOND LOOKS

UNNOTICED TRAGEDIES

ABUSED SPIRITS

IF I SCREAM

NO ONE WOULD HEAR IT

THEY SAT IN FRONT OF ME

IN A VASE

RIGHT IN MY FACE

BUT I DIDN’T NOTICE

THE FLOWERS ARE DYING...

- Tia Jenkin