I'm a black Rose with a stem of barbed wire,
Ridiculing me just adds poisonous fuel to the fire,
I may walk my path alone, but I'm still etched deep in your bones,
Laugh all you want I'm infecting your mind, planting my seeds that you will never find,
Other roses all look the same, clueless that all will remember my name,
I stick out the toxin in blood, but I bloom black beautiful just as I should,
Over the years petals are plucked away, but each loss reminds me of of those miserable days,
When I felt an able to leave unable to breathe,
Unable to live unable to give,
When my razor blade stem my only friend, longing for the abyss to swallow me into the end,
But the rose bloomed grew into bush, embracing the weeds into her touch,
So this rose wont feel sad not ever, because my beauty will remain eternal forever,
I'll touch all with the broken heart, leave the black roses mark,
Dark beauty in the flowers I offer assistance, but remember we make our own sweet existence.
In reply to @Melody The weed.
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