Just a quick poem to try the concept

Constriction in my beggining trapped in subpar grace~
an image of hardship between a rock and a hard place~
my beatiful insides locked under everyday life~
i feel taunts where i lay and bare everyday strife~
a crack of an opening shines on me as hope~
but shadows surround me i strive to grow as i mope~
the rain of reality storms down pounding my back i fight~
glaring up hoping to see a silver lining in the crack of life~
i feel my history grow long and my roots strengthen~
as death flows through my hole im taught a true lesson~
i alone try to stand tall but hell's palace consumes me~
heaven's shadows profusely cast me out bullets confuse me~
never to lose me but im lost must i continue to push~
i feel stomping erasing life imagine things within u death took~
its darkest before dawn and as i begin to shrivel in a fleeting song~
i am the rose that failed to grow through the creted-con~

tell me wut u think, i originally intended to survive but thats not really wut im feelin, 1luv.