dead petals (old version)

Everything dies eventually, it's just a question of when. - - - - - * excerpt * - - - - -I stayed like that for who knows how long, though the symptom had dulled, it still hurt. I didn’t have the energy to get up, so I stayed where I was and allowed my body to go limp. My arms dropped to my sides and I lifted my head to rest it against the door again. This feeling was too familiar, not the pain, though I knew that all too well. The overwhelming dread, the numbness, the lack of energy. My shoulders sagged as gruesome thoughts filled my head, a long list of things that should not be shared.