Words Of A Pathetic Worm Poem by Stella Andrews

if i were a flower,
i would deserve to be a ugly weed,
eaten slowly by snails and bugs.

if she was a flower,
she would be a orchid,
infamous of its unique divine beauty.

the word sorry,
feels like a single rain drop,
in the vast open ocean.

my heart and my soul,
feels repulsed and utterly disgusted,
of my self.

i am scared.
im scared that i will fall back,
into my pathetic once self.

without realising my,
spiraling downwards deathly
decent.

if i could give you the world,
i would.
if i could go back in time,
oh please know that i would.

i caused you pain that i will feel,
for the rest of my.

all i want is for you to forgive me.
i want to be your friend again.