I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.

Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.

It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.

With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.