there was a garden filled with roses.
among them, lived a black rose.
she came from a very far place.
her petals was pitch black and her body is covered with thorns two size bigger than the other roses.
even though she's a bit different than them,
she was proud to be who she was.
she was tough and fierce but loveable at the same time.
everybody else respects and admires her unique form.
but deep down, sometimes she's just want to look ordinary.
there are days when she wished that she didn't stand out from the other roses.
there are times when she wanted a break from all the needless attention.
and there are moments when she hope that she could cut her body and bleed all over herself just to fit in.
then one day, she did..
the beautiful black rose wilted.
the other roses gasped in disbelief.
they thought she was okay.
they thought she loved being her unique self and proud to be different.
they even didn't notice that she was gone.
because even when her soul has passed away to a better place but the body remain,
she's still the most beautiful flower in the garden.
