A comparison of depression and sickness with a dying rose... |
A rose, Simple...eleagant, colorful A statement which shouldn't be ignored So delicate and fragile, like a small sickly child Unable to speak, so tiny and impressionable... Wanting love and tender care Like a rose needs to survive in this huge filthy mean world Like what I dream of having Someone to water me, give me light So I can grow and become who I want... A rose, so very simple, eleagant and deeply colorful An aliveness that shouldn't be ignored So delicate, fragile, and honestly beautiful, like a small child Who has become sick with hate and cruelity... Just wanting wishing to be free and to be loved and cared for Like a rose needing water and sunshine to flourish in the distasteful society Like how I wish for it to change for the greater good of humanity Wanting all my fantasies to become reality... Just like a simple, eleagant, beautifully colorful, delicate rose Which is slowly dying from the mistreatment it is being givin Just like me, a rose, so very fragile, but if tempted dangerous With thorns that cut deep into flesh, making blood pour onto the dirty ground A rose might look like it is being well cared for, but only deep down in the core, Shows it's true nature, just like a human being...Just like me... A sickly rose... |