All roses need thorns
For protection
From whatever comes their way

They always seem prepared.

But I'm a rose too,
Just without thorns
So why am I looked down upon?
Is it because I'm different?
I don't understand

I grew up without my thorns
So I cried a lot
They said I was a baby
But I just wasn't strong like them

Life likes to play with me

It throws things at me
Bad, mean things
But I have no thorns
And now I know why they don't like me
Why they tease me

It's because nobody likes a weakling.
And everybody loves to **** them.
From the inside out
IN TILL NOTHING IS LEFT BUT A SHELL OF A HUMAN. IN TILL THEY HAVE BROKEN HER SO MUCH, THAT SHE KILLS HERSELF. AND NOW WHAT? ARE YOU GONNA LAUGH AT THAT?

no

because they've moved on
because nobody cared about a rose without thorns
but that's okay
because she doesn't have to see you again




Lucky her.