My skin is like a garden, I keep digging up the dirt, Just to see my red roses grow, and then hide them under a shirt. I don't show my flowers to anyone, the beauty is just for me, In other people's eyes, they are just some ugly, horrible weeds. I don't like to dig up my garden; But the ground will never be healed, My roses are filled with darkness, And nobody knows how I feel.
A hug, from and with all my heart to anyone who understands. <3