hehe no, don't worry, I'm not having a rough time. This poem was written with my best friend in mind (that's the we). It's about how when I die, part of me will grow in the roses I envision being planted with my ashes. When a surviving loved one should smell them, memories of my life will be conjured up.

Roses are a type of flower that can be difficult to grow. They need a certain environment and a lot of care. But given those two, they will flourish. I can identify my life with that.