Rose

The world she faced seem bleak.With it's cold walls she couldn't break through.She recounted the times where she did have joy and happiness.That nice feeling being ripped away by others senseless behaviour.

Each day she'd pass the garden.The only thing she felt a connection with, the bed of roses.

Every rose stood elegantly and beautiful, but every rose has it's thorn.

People tried to break through the thorny fields of pain, but to no avail.Her hopes died with the defeated.

A rose, her only empathetic friend.

Gosh this sounds so weird but sad.o.o

Anyways, hope you enjoy this quick read. ^.^