The Smell of Roses

The roses as red as blood
The pedals silky soft
The stems dug in the mud

So beautiful, yet so sad
Every time I see them
They bring back those haunted dreams

I want to forget about the funerals
I want to forget about my self-harming
I want to make the tears stop running

The thorns in my skin
The stem in my hand
I smell the graceful scent
And everything comes back

The thorns circle my heart
Making it bleed
The scent stuck in my mind
And forever I can see

Myself in the mirror
With the razor in my hand
And my blood soaked arms

The smell of roses so sad and beautiful
The color blood red
Reminds me of the days that were awful