i the rose

They call me pure

They call me bright

They call me perfect

But that for one is not true

For in rose

I'm fragile

I'm weak

I'm the one that if you touch

You will bleed

The stem that holds me up

Prickled up and down

With bloody thorns along its side

And no one in this world so wide

Wants to come closeup

And touch my heart or soul

Cause their afraid

That they will bleed

and i will be

Dreanched In all their blood

Why i ask

Do you pluck

On my only beauty

Why do you pluck my dark red petals

And sprinkle them across the floor

Why when you touch me i fall apart

I rember the  days when i sprouted from the ground

Home it was

But then you ripped me

And drowned me in all this pain

In a new world

Where all my screams

Echoed of the glass walls

And I had to look at my reflection

To be afraid of who I am

You murdered me

And then you took and plucked me all apart