Winter Suicide Poem by Dakota Ellerton

Like a rose in the winter,
I wither away.
The cold bites at my petals,
and I fade.
Life is complex,
but as beautiful as spiders web,
with rain drops resting on the glimmering strands.
I look like a black spec,
in the brightened snowy scenery.
There isn't much,
that seperates me from any other rose.
I look like the rest,
or maybe they look like me?
So what makes me so special?
I'm a suicidal rose in the snow,
rather then somewhere warm with the rest.
All I ever really wanted was to be different.
I wanted to stand out from the bed,
where we all rested.
Where we grew from seeds together,
Where we soaked up the sun together.
All I really wanted,
was to be something else