Tell
me
to
stop
Force me to let go
Holding on is self hatred
An indirect self hate crime
Gathering thoughts that penetrate my quiet
I keep spinning around in circles
Do
you
see
me?
psst
Over here...
I\'m hidden among the roses
Lost in these heavy vines
The petals cover my eyes
The stems coat my arms
The thorns bleed my skin
If you cannot see me
Then
Look
Closer
See me now?
My blood is the crimson of those
sweet
velvety
petals
Perhaps
A
Rose
Amongst
Roses?