There once stood a rose,
So beautiful & red,
the petals soft and luminous,
Not one leaf it had shed.
It stood proudly in the ground,
It's roots grew deep & strong,
Until one cold day,
a storm came along.
The gusts tried to knock it,
It heald on for dear life,
But petals started to break away,
Scattered, none in sight.
It started to change,
Rain fell from the skies,
And from the stalk suddenly,
Thorns grew from its sides,
It wasn't the same anymore,
Didn't really trust,
So any time the sun shines,
It still waits for another gust.

Here's some tips,
When you are down,
Get a pen,
And write it now,
Listen to your favourite songs,
Eat healthily,
And dance for too long,
Drink some hot chocolate,
Get a new dog,
Treat yourself,
And sleep like a log!
Do meditation,
And try out yoga,
Drink water with lemons,
Instead of cola (lemons are also nice with cola by the way)
Do exercise,
And buy an exercising machine,
Walk in nature,
And eat some greens,
Eat tomatoes,
They're good for your heart,
Get vitamin D & primrose oil,
& add them to your cart.
Journal & write down how you're feeling,
It's good to get it off your chest,
It's a sort of healing.
It's good to cry,
It releases stress,
It isn't weak,
And doesn't mean you're less.
If you're angry,
Listen to some music with swear words,
It's a good way to feel relief,
And you might feel a weight lifted afterwards.

Inside of me is kindness,
And kindness isn't weak,
It takes a lot of strength & courage to stay kind,
In a world that has people who are mean.
I give out what I would like,
But don't receive it back,
What's wrong with this society,
And chivalry, there is lack.
I won't change who I am,
And become like the ones who hate,
Because my life is not about competition, being nasty or a debate.

It's good to be unique,
A quality that you should keep,
And so is kind, nice & meek,
If they aren't nice to you,
Turn the other cheek,
They can look in and have a peek,
But they are not you,
And can't seek,
What you've found,
Down deep,
Inside of you,
Underneath.

I'm not a famous author,
Or a poet writing books,
But I like to write what comes to mind,
And my rhyming's off the hook.
I don't know where I got it from,
It's probably just a creative mind,
I think outside the box,
And I don't like to be confined.
The words just flow out my brain,
As I write them down,
They all just come to me,
And I don't even know how.
It's just a skill I didn't give up,
And kept on practicing,
Writing, thinking & writing some more,
To see what my thoughts will bring.

The rain fell down from the sky at night,
Tapping on the windows,
With all it's might,
I cuddle down in my bed with delight,
It was like free therapy, it felt so right.
The sunset rises in the morning,
In the dawn,
A bunch of colourful flowers filled with droplets on the lawn,
The morning sky wakes up and let's out a yawn,
I'd say this day ahead might be nice & warm.

When the skies were blue,
And the sun was out,
You were a friend,
Without a doubt,
We talked and we laughed,
This will never end I thought,
But one day you were talking,
And one day you were not.
But when you stopped talking,
Was when the skies turned dark grey,
And I sat in the corner,
And I wasn't okay.
I thought that you would have cared, Not only when it was bright,
But when the clouds closed in,
And it felt like there was no light.
You turned your back to me,
When things weren't going right,
I never thought you'd do that,
No I didn't, not quite.
Now you just act like I'm someone to dislike,
That's why I lost all my trust because I was made feel not alright.