i think my soul is starting to wilt,
just like my roses.

i think im dying.
dying, just like my poor roses

i dont think i'll make it.
i wish i could just see my roses one last time.

what happened?
my roses, theyre all wilting

i dont understand,
they were fine just yesterday

was it yesterday?
i dont remember.

i cant remember anything.

who am i?

what happened to my roses?

I looked in the mirror.

Who
is
that?

I looked at my hands.

There was
blood
on them.

I looked at my legs.

I saw
more
blood.

I looked at the floor.

even
more
blood

I heard a scream.

But it wasnt me.
It was the girl
in the mirror.