Wither

so this how it feels to live in the world?
i just born about 2 days ago..
eager to taste the smell of the fresh air in the morning..
i bloomed imperfectly as a rose..
i thought i would be welcomed warmly..
but instead it was the cold surroundings that greeted me..
as day passes i've become a frozen roses..
the bright blue colour of my sepals have turned to crimson blood..
as my original colour is fading..
so does my hope..
the light from the arc is focusing on me..
trying to help to get my self back..
so this is the feeling living in this world?
the happiness is greeted with cold hatred..
as for the the cold darkside of you is pleased with warm love..
again this is to find the old you?
but sadly, all of that is too late now..
for now that i've melted after that long cold atmosphere..
i shall live as a wither rose in the satan's hands..

-written accordingly to what happened a few days ago..

until then..