Wilting Rose

Wilting Rose

So perfect, so pure, before you turned.
Your crimson petals flourished,
while your soft leaves were always spread,
welcoming anyone in.

Then you shut yourself away,
bitterness and hate filling you.
Its dark fingers wrapped around the roots of your very being,
halting you from blooming into something great you might become.

Blackness and evil consumed every inch,
and you let it continue to grow inside.
You never sought help from the gardener,
and before long, you were dying.

The beautiful thing you once were is now gone,
your silky petals dying, wilting, shriveling.
Your roots are being are being torn apart,
everything you once believed has no meaning to you.

As darkness continues to destroy you,
like an infection rapidly spreading and never stopping,
you begin to realize the mistakes you've made, and the pain you've caused.
Your gray leaves are crumbling, and you know now it's too late to be healed.

But I know it's not.

---Shooting Stars
(I promise I'm not depressed or anything. XD I'm just trying to get better at poetry, because I really stink at it.)