my rose

Life is like a roseEvery petal has a different nameMemories and feelingsDreams and valuesMy rose however is dyingOne by one the petals fallFamily, hope, strength, and happinessBecoming a mom, and finding true love, they all fallThey hit the groundTurn black and decomposeMy rose is ugly without theseIts just a stick with a few petalsFriends come and try to fix itThey paint the petals and tape them onBut it only masks the problemAnd it doesnt last very longSoon only one petal will be leftThe scarriest of them allThe pedal is named DEATH And I hope it doesnt fall