FUNNY STORY....(book of poems by a depressed SMOL BEAN)

The Rosebush

My life is like a rosebush,
Containing 7 roses,
Each black and
Full of thorns.

2 roses, my mother and baby brother,
Are on the right.
My grandmother,
The far left.

Me, my twin,
my older brother, and little sister
Are in
The middle.

The wind,
Or the fights,
Begins to
Pick up.

We blow away,
Scratching against everything.
These roses
Start to bleed.

We all blow to different places,
And when we land,
We are covered in
Dust.

Mother
With baby,
Siblings alone,
Grandmother alone.

These roses are in different places,
But shrivel and die just the same.