Dead roses.
A faint rotten scent, dry petals
and
thorns.
I'm
B
R
O
K
E
N,
and yet,
nobody will mourn.
The petals fall and I'm
EXPOSED
to the world.
My deepest s e c r e t s,
everyone will behold.
Too bad I'm just one lonely
flower.
Hiding in the back where I
c
o
w
e
r.
I beg on my knees,
for the sun to come out.
And save me from this eternal
d
o
u
b
t.
Is it worth to
l i v e
when all I am
Is a rotten rose, a nuisance to man?
Should I throw myself away
and be gone 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?
Or keep on 𝒅𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈,
fermenting slower than ever.
Simply a dead rose who's filled itself
with SINS.
Wishing to lose,
rather than win.
I've tried fixing my pride, but I know
that shit's 𝑩 𝑹 𝑶 𝑲 𝑬 𝑵.
Looking at myself, I just see a
𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.
I 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 why I'm nothing
like the others.
With bright red petals,
the sun as their mother.
Me,
myself,
I hail from the moon.
Hoping Heaven and 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬
can save me soon.
Alone is all I have,
Alone protects me.
Don't ask me about my severe
𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲.
I'm just a single rose,
worrying over life.
Because the sad truth is,
𝐈
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐨𝐭
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞.