My shadow and me, Walking along the same streets, Digging for the answers that left me in dubeity, Crying under the pillow silently When nobody sympathized if I could feel like this, so deranged or sane.
Lachrymosed eyes all the time, When sadness striked like lightning in my euphoric clouds ☁ Loosing the articulation muted my voice, when everybody around baffled my sound with their prickly quests, Tagging my mental illness as weakness, that I couldn't fix my problems, just like any other standardized normal homo-sapien.
Drifting in and out of people's lives, Like a feather in the breeze. I hide myself behind the flamboyant smiles, disguising my depression in the happy crowds, I stick to sidelines because spotlights now hurt my eyes.
This terrifying deep suffering pushed me to a city of loneliness, Where anxiety never let me sleep, Without counting the unfixed problems and shattered pieces of mine.
Suffocating under my own skin, Surviving with agony, Dying every moment, for the question Who buried me in this desolation, Detaching myself from me.
So I wont be active on here for awhile. Or at least reading and comment consistently. This was hard to write. I had tears in my eyes the whole time. Her name was Rosa. She was a wonderful soul that truly the world need more of. I hope i can grow to be half the person she was. It'll be hard without you! You were the only one to tell me how proud I made you. I hope I can continue to do so. R.I.P. My Queen.
The LAST Grand Rose
It grew from humble grounds where many wouldn't believe a beautiful flower could be found from the time of a seed it was found special it grew roots and broke through hardships as it grew it beautified everything around it its beauty captured many who came to see it the sun seem to give it extra time for even its petals gave off warmth to anyone in need
Cold came but it persevered through winter's trials standing proudly with it petals it shined brilliantly through the snow allowing its kind to see it of a different breed many came to see it because it provided comfort a feeling unlike any other you could feel love through it's very color
Then one day it got called home all of its kin loss their beautiful colors they inherited for it was more than a matriarchal rose to them it was home as the time came it never loss its petals still as beautiful as ever as it withered away may it decorate GOD'S garden now while dew drops falls from our petals now leaving sadness wasnt its choice all of it is from losing our grand rose