I love roses

The color reminds me of the blood that drips from my arms

When I take the blade to my skin, a rose blooms

The scars remind me of thorns

Things that everyone hate

I love roses

They symbolize romance

And I love, love

But I'm not so sure it loves me anymore

I don't know, maybe it does

It just doesn't seem like it

I've been told that I'm loved

I just don't know how that can be true

I love roses

They are beautiful but still have thorns