Dead Roses

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.