Everyone leaves, as if I’m unworthy of the good things in life. Each day, my heart shatters a little more, the pieces slipping further out of reach.

I try to stand tall, to hold my chin high, but every time, I fall deeper, harder. Now, all I feel is this unbearable ache, a weight pressing me down so low that I wonder if I’ll ever rise again.

Will I ever find hope in this life? Will the pain ever end? I turn to the flower, so quiet yet so resilient, and I plead, "Please, dear flower, show me the way. Give me hope. I want to believe that I can live a happy life again."

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