Slits, cuts , scratches and burns
Bunch of misfits, tables turned
Rosebushes full of thorns
'Hold on , don't dare let go'
Roses blood-stained dark red ink
Less words said ,more thoughts to sink
Rivers of tears pour and flood
The door closes with a thud
Bitter laughs are lurking here
Icy stare , a sharpened spear
Smiles that do not reach the eyes
Tongues that manufacture lies
Blade as sharp as prickling thorns
Wishing she was never born,
She inks her own roses black
She is never coming back.
