Life is like a rose, it blooms and becomes beautiful like happiness, bit it also rots and dies like happiness when you don't feel it, when you life comes crashing to an end when you just want it to be over but life still holds you until you can't take it, when you end up dying and soon everyone will have forgotten about you, everyone would have moved on except some people who would cherish you forever, unlike some horrible and dispisable people will hate you, and never even loved you.
Like you
Everyone hates themselves at one point, everyone want to change a part of their body and some just want it to end..
Like me.