Life And After

Bruises

These flowers
These violet roses
They mark me
They cover me

They are almost always my own doing
But sometimes
Its you
Or him
Or her
Sometimes its not my fault
Sometimes it's someone else

I don't know if you understand completely
But
I do it for myself
They do it for themselves
Its always selfish

When I get a new flower
Is not a gift
Is always for someone's benefit
Is never a gift

These violet roses
They hurt you know
I cry and the grow
I stay strong and it hurts more

I try not to
But it happens
I grow these curls and stripes
Of
Purple and red
These patterns
Of sadness and despairs

I don't know how
But it happens
I hurt all over

They do it because they can
I guess they do it because it makes them feel strong

I can't deny these gifts of purple
They ate forced upon me

Verbally
Physically
Mentally

I don't want them
They come in bulk
I don't ask and the appear on my doorstep

These violet roses of sorrow
Pain
Wishing for no tomorrow
Wondering what they gain

These spirals and curls of
Hatred
Depression
I only want to get rid of them

They appear too quickly
They come in big amounts
I don't control the deliveries
I never order more

As I said before
They are forced
Not given
Taken without another choice
Not accepted

I don't want these roses
These horrible aches
Make it stop

Fire the delivery man

I don't want it anymore
I end this someday
By will or by chance

Its up to the world
Its up to me
My fate
Destiny
Do I fade slowly
Or immediately

Please take away these roses of purple
The midnight dyed spots
Take these bruises from my body
Soul
And mind

I can't take it anymore
Goodbye