I'm like a growth...

I'm like a growth
In someone's head
And now I feel so bad
After what I've said.

I'm like a river
That refutes to flow
Stagnant, like a lake
I've got debris below.

I'm like the desert
With no love to show
That was once rich lands
Chopped down to roots.

I'm like a garden
Once open to bees
But now has been shut
Below the petunias - the keys.

I'm like a growth in my head
It is weird - what I just said.
And I had long known where the keys were
But those little petunias are now dead.