I am a rose
I grew from the toxic waste of society's wasteland
There are many of us,
Most of us are side effects of blue
Some of us are beautiful, and our petals easily bruise
No one ever sees us, we're translucent
We give the illusion of lightness around others so that there isn't more pain
I am a rose, withmutilated petals to attract someone to dig me up from this Wasteland
And nurture me in their home
Some have picked my petals to distract themselves
Shredding them and throwing them away,
Focusing their attention on me for only what they momentarily need
For every petal that's been plucked I have grieved over,
They are the parts of me that has long been gone
They were never buried, they decayed and withered into the ground
I've never dreamed
Never have I rested this **** soul
What's the point in opening myself if I have nothing to bloom for when the sun rises
Maybe someone who doesn't know what I am will pluck me by accident

That's all I'm good for anyway