You place this dead rose in my hands
not knowing it causes harm
i feel the thorns slicing in my skin
and i feel the blood sliding down my arms
pain is escaping my body at once
but i still feel it rushing inside me
I'm sick of this feeling i always feel
i wish i could be who i want to be
wounds that will not heal
are bleeding wide and open
this stress inside me will not leave
I'm always feeling broken
and no matter how hard i try
i cant win this fight
I'm never feeling better
i can't stay another night
you possibly can't get any weaker
i wish i could be stronger
i can't stand taking breaths and regretting it
i cant stay here any longer
the red rose thats in my hands
is only red from all my blood
at a time it was white and happy
but now covered in this depression filled fluid
so now i lay here drenched in blood from wounds
wide open spilling out secrets and lies
I'm sorry you feel my pain thats pouring out
but now you no what i held and why i had to die
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