maybe if i put you

into the sunlight

will turn into a

beautiful flower.

but, please, be careful

because the wind

likes to blow away

petals that aren't

being held onto.

don't hide yourself

away in the dark.

don't kill yourself

slowly. we love you,

you know. i love you,

you know.

i promise, i will

catch your petals

as they fall but

you are something

beautiful, something

special, so don't let

your petals die.

i will place you in

my windowsill so

the sun will warm

your cold, starved

skin and that, even

if it's slowly, you

will grow into a

golden sunflower.