Mary Bee

When petals fall off a rose so does the tears of a small child that watches the beautiful flower die. When it is someone's birthday, people celebrate them with love and gifts. When a baby is born into a family, they are celebrated, held, hugged, and loved. But that's all lies.
Not every petal on a rose is cherished.
Not every birthday is celebrated.
Not every baby is loved.
People sometimes have to dip their toes into reality like it's the lake they are sitting by. People will live a life in the rose field, or they will live a life constantly trying to escape that so very dark maze. Monsters chase you in that maze, and you never know when they are coming.
In the rose field, you sit with the people who truly do love and care about you. Those people hold your hand and hug you, they love you.
Poor Mary Bee, she never got to visit the rose field. She has always been in the maze, followed by the monsters. The one she feared but loved the most, was a certain pink skinned one.
Mary Bee, a physical abuse survivor, a mental abuse survivor, but not a survivor.

Water is quite interesting, isn't it?

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Credits for picture: @MaxTheWizard65