The rose has always been my favorite flower...
But I can't feel the soft petals on my fingers anymore...
I cry every time I touch something...
And he can't even comfort me...
What did I do to deserve this life?
Do I even live anymore?
No I don't...
Because if I did I would be in his arms feeling the warmth surrounding me...
But instead I feel the bitter cold against my tan skin...
And they think they can make me break who I am and make me change?
Sorry but I'm never changing who I am...
Because one day I will be free...
But I am like a rose...
I am beautiful my brother says...
But I'm deadly I say...
And so every time you touch me you get hurt...
I am a rose who is slowly dying...
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The dead girl
FantasyAs I walk by everyone runs... and everything around me... Well it dies... And I don't understand why but it happens and I know... I can't stop it... I keep my distance from everyone and I've stayed like that for years... But then everything changed...
