Blood stained thorens

Dieing alone in the arms of of a ghost of memories that me with the love he wishes he had for me.
unsure of you and more so of him.
always unsure of whats to come.
the fallen rose with the blood stained thorns that surrounds my body with my past witch consumes me from within.
you bleed me dry with thousands of cuts upon a once happy memory.
as i walk in and out of a world full of apathy.