Once upon a time I was I red rose.
The sparkling jewels in my eyes lit up while the happiness destroyed me.
My rosy cheeks would warm up my whole body.
I didnt believe in frowns.
I didnt believe in anger.
I didnt believe in sorrow.
I forgave and forgot.
& the clear liquid was the water from the sunshower;
That poured out of my peddles so slowly and fluently.
My stem kept me strong.
I never fell once.
The grass was my bed,
And the sun form the beautiful blue sky was my alarm clock.
The birds were my music,
And the wind was my fan.
...& then it all fell apart.
& then it all destroyed me.
Destroyed with all the drama;
My redness turned black.
Destroyed with all the drama,
The sparkles in my eyes went down.
My rosy cheeks turned me so pale.
I suddenly frown.
I suddenly appear angry.
I suddenly appear depressed.
The liquid that was clear was only my tears.
& so the liquid that poured out of my body was red;
So it became my blood;
Flowing with rage out of my peddles.
My stem is no longer strong.
It grew sharp thorns;
Thorns with what I use to damage myself.
Thorns that pricked me to become weak.
& made me fall.
I now lay on the hard cement.
Cold & dark.
My alarm clock is now the thunder.
My music is the storm,
Depressing & dark.
The sky is not blue anymore,
But grey.
Now my fan is a tornado;
Which completely blows me to the ground.
My peddles start to fall,
My stem gets weaker,
My only strength is the thorns;
Which pierces me deep.
And as I pierce myself,
Im bleeding through myself;
Making puddles on the ground.
& each thorn counts for every problem;
So the thorns keep growing.
I have changed my colour.
I have dropped to the ground.
I have lost my strength.
I have changed myself completely.
Depression is the only mood that I feel everyday.
& happiness is the only mood that will never return to me.
The red rose I was before;
Died down to a black rose I am now.