I am.

Waking up with a beating heart and a surreal reality.

The roses have the power to hurt us the most.

The pain, like a needle through my heart,

sucking the love, sucking the happiness away..

The thoughts, the ones from the shadows, take over.

A struggle begins.

Life is futile.

Yet a nice scent tickles my nose,

a smell of celebration, a smell of hope..

The nice scent wakes me up,

gets rid of all the shadows, and all the roses..

And I rise, a successful figure,

a lion that has been awakened.

I am.

In spite of the needle, in spite of them.