A rose in the underworld. A candle in a abyss.

Life is to live. I have life but I'm barley living. I am a rose in the underworld. As my pedals are slowly withering away laying lifeless from my stem. I'm dieing with the slightest hope of coming back to life. I am the only candle on the bottom of a dark abyss. As my light is burning out. My last couple of rose pedals are my last thoughts of hope. As my pedals fall, my light dims. Leaving me in the darkness of the bottom of the abyss. The underworld. Everyday of life, my pedals pay the price. As my pedals pay the price my light dims. My pedals and light are my last hope of living. How much more can I take until my all of my pedals are lifeless on the cold hard ground starring at my then ,lifeless stem? Until the smallest shine of light becomes darker that the universe itself? My pedals and light are the only thing keeping me alive. How long will it take for them to pick my pedals away and blow out my candle? Anyone can hurt me, and they do. No pedals left. No light. No hope. Life is to live. I don't have life and I am not living.