roses of life

The rose of life has yet to wait,
My problems still my change my fate.

The thorns have pricked me causing blood,
The color darker than fresh mud.

The stem has grown like my insanity,
This is something like immortality.

The petals fall and crumble,
All the while my mind will mumble.

Darkness of night has entered me,
Like a roses energy.

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i was in a bad place a few years ago, and the only way i knew how to rid myself of these feelings was to write about them. this is the first poem i'v written