Red and dark, like blood. Sweetly scented, yet thorns destroy our gentle touches. Petals fall as the day grows old and the years grow cold. The tender flower is sweet and beautiful, yet it has it's darkside. A rose is not only in nature, but also in our own human society.Those people we meet who are so sweet and such a great person. But then they turn around, prick us with thorns and stand by watching us slowly bleeding in pain. These people are full of hatred and they only want to bring people down. They enjoy seeing you in total pain on the sidelines. I personally hate being hurt by people that I thought cared about me. I have always been there for them and cared about them. Why do people have to hurt each other?