Through the day and through the night
I am like a rose
That has no light
No water that will quench my thirst
Always last, never first
Not even last is good enough for me
No where to stand no where to be
For the one black rose of the bunch
Hunched in the corner
Ganged up on
By people who I wish were gone
To hell
Never to return
Hearts as cold as stone
They left me here all alone
I am always there for them
To tell them that it is ok
Tomorrow is another day
For the sun to shine
And the roses to bloom
But where are they?
When I need them?
They turn there backs
For a warm heart they lack
For any one but their own needs
Who will come and help me live?
And help me show my heart to give?
Where am I?
When I need myself?