Burning roses

Crystal tears.

She used to cry crystal tears that dropped to the ground and were shattered like her heart, her sadness ate her inside out just like cancer, she hid it all too well from everyone but couldnt hide it from herself no matter how hard she tried, no matter how long the sleeves were her pillow would be crimson red and her sheets bloody. They were like this so many times she got tired of cleaning them and left the stains to dry out and mark her soul's endless ache as much as her body had. She never knew why they called it a broken heart until she experienced it, her chest felt colder than the ice cubes she layed on her bleeding wounds and the oxygen haunted her lungs leaving nothing but an endless chill in her. Whenever she felt like the pain is gone she remembers him, she remembers the happy like a newborn rose decaying into death faster than it grew under the sun. Its disgusting when the reason to our hapiness turns into the reason to our sorrows.