Porcelain roses

Porcelain scars on little glass arms
shattered my taunted twisted heart.
emotions run deep,
some nights to the extent i just cant sleep.
red roses thrown all around,
my invisible tears hit the ground.
people just don't see my pain,
A porcelain doll placed on a shelf,
living in a secluded hell,
being tossed aside in life, seeking closure in the knife.
finding relief as the crimson blood pours out.
roses are thrown all around.
my porcelain prayers were never enough,
the war is over and i have given up.
i was the porcelain doll that you tossed aside,
i was the porcelain doll who recently died,
i fell off the shelf and shattered on the floor,
my glass heart just couldn't take anymore...
white roses were thrown all around,
my real blood stained them as my porcelain body
hit the ground.
red roses were found all around...
this was the end...
i am now dead...
i hope the image of my death constantly resounds in your head...
i was lost and tossed aside,
placed on a shelf until i died...