Wither

At birth I was a bud
Not yet ready to open
And I slowly started to blossom
Every given spring
But as the world unfolded
The winter dawned upon me
And my petals began to fall
Like the tears inside my heart
And my soul began to wither
At the on come of the dark
But no one saw me break
No one saw me die
And even to this day
I silently sit to cry
I find few to give me love
Few to nourish me
And since you abandoned
The lowly Bleeding Heart I am
For the unsuspecting Sweet Peas
I began to watch
And I began to wilt and wither