As stated before, I was a delicate Rose.
Vulnerable to the first hands that were designated to pick me.
Taken advantage of within a split second.
Manipulated to the very end.
Tragic isn’t it?
You, ripping me out of my bedrock like I was nothing.
YOU ripped out my roots.
I did not realize how I did deserve to be treated.
I deserved to be watered and provided with sunlight.
Instead I was left to wilt,
Left with a single drop of water.
I was misused and abused.
I was exploited to the very end,
To the point where it was too late to realize that I couldn’t get out.
The impact you had on me,
It was so significant that it had made me hostile, fearful and frightened.
Making me believe that everyone else was just the same.
Ruining my perspective on people with intentions of ‘picking’ me.
Left hurting, left to die and left to fend for myself.
But that’s exactly what I did, I rose myself up, I made myself whole again.
Coming to the realization that I did NOT need you.
Stronger than ever before.
Wiser than ever before.
Perceiving that everything that had happen, was a lesson.
A lesson learned, knowing that I did not deserve a single drop of water,
Because this rose deserves the sun, and this rose deserves the ocean.