it smelled of rotting roses
the walls were laced with thorns
i hid myself inside
or locked inside the dorms
i hated all the mirrors
they pointed back at me
highlighted all the worst
things i didn't want to see
their voices had an echo
they bounced inside my head
all of them reminding me
i was better off dead
a room without a window
doubled as a jail cell
a secret i was living through
and never dared to tell
the one day by myself
my scarf tied as a noose
hanging from my bunk bed
alas the knot came loose
i was scared to try again
yet i still clung to those thorns
the devil welcomed me
i was oblivious of his horns
the roses, they were pungent
once more, i waltzed right in
i bit my tongue and cut it off
silent with my sin
i tried to hold my breath
and swim through all those years
but i was never strong enough
and drowned in all my tears.