The Rose's That Bleed Honeydrops Of Love For The Sunflowers

This is my second poem, it's a metaphorical one, and sort of sad, I wrote it from my own ideas.

Its about how some people's sadness and hurt always goes unnoticed, as we are too obsessed with their bright sides such as their talents, strengths and all the good stuff even when the hurt weighs more and how we can see the traces of it in all their actions. It's mainly about artists, cause being an artist is all about emotions and representing it through their work, but people still don't realize when they are not okay and even when they do they can't do anything to help only we can help ourself here, but we need to realize how it will still be better if we stop deluding ourselves into thinking how everything is okay and just accept everything as it is even when we are not okay and understand and accept that's fine.

Thank you, if you choose to read it.