Humans
Humans are like a rose,
They have different layers to its texture,
It has thorns to hurt those that could hurt it,
Comes in different colors for all to love,
But even a rose hides its secrets.
In the center is a heart,
Full of sadness,
Full of pain,
Hiding from the world,
Hiding from themselves.
Can no one help?
“It hurts too much”,
“No one understands”,
“I just want someone to love me”,
Sayings that they say,
Sayings that they believe,
Why tempt fate?
Save the rose,
Save a life.
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