Everything feels like its moving
It's coming closer...
I can't breathe...
Closing, tighter, hurting
Everything hurts
My breath is slowing
My bones are BREAKING
My blood is RUSHING

WHY AREN'T I DEAD YET?!

Of all the flowers, I relate most to the rose
Because everyone who touches her bleeds.
I always thought that it was nature’s way of evening things out
Even the most beautiful creations must have their flaws
And so roses have their thorns,
They hurt everything they touch,
And that is life.

I realize now that the thorns are there to protect the rose
Because leaving something so delicate without defenses
Must be a sin.
And just like a rose, I am soft,
And my thorns wouldn’t hurt everyone around me
If they didn’t handle me so carelessly.
If they were gentle, and kind, and not constantly trying
To take a cutting for their own,
I would not have to defend myself.
It is not my fault that people cut themselves on my broken pieces:
It is their fault for being careless.

Dripping black
Crying eyes
A dark spirit that never dies

She takes in sharp breathes
Watches her steps
And covers her bleeding, torn arms

The blade is ******
The scars are deep
Along with the sadness that lies beneath

Her tears are black
She cries in class
Nobody looks or even asks

To be alone
To be afraid
To be yourself and rejected anyway

To be emo

That love which once made me feel comely like a petal.
Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.

It's been a while since I've seen you smile
It's been a long while

Walking down this empty street
Just thinking of you with me
I cry these tears are invisible to you

Oh, yes it's been a while

It's been long, long while

You'll never see me smile

To chase
honesty
in a bramble
rather than
in a thornless
rose.

My thorns grow
meaner by the day, to
protect my
withering heart from the
rose I cannot claim.