She's Just A Wilting Rose

Slowly she's wilting,
Just like a forgotten rose,
With no care or comfort,
Surrounded by her woes.

She's letting herself die,
Among with all the weeds,
She's praying to the God's,
"Take My Body" she pleads.

Nobody stopped her from dying,
Everyone just noticed the thorns,
And stayed far away from her,
And left her to be torn.

She's gone from pink,
To an almost black,
Her petals have curled up,
And there is no turning back.

Now she's in the waste,
Finally everyone knows,
That there girl is no longer.
There perfect little rose.

~I don't know why I wrote this one, I just liked comparing someone who is feeling sad and alone to a dying rose that isn't being cared for, coz really theres so many similarities~