The thorns pricked her flesh, bound to leave a scar
Blood oozed out of her delicate skin
Yet she felt numb to the pain, as she was looking at the star
The darkness crowded her vision, like the pain she felt within
The black rose she picked turned to red
Did it mean it gets better ahead, or was it because she bled
The star in the vast sky stood alone, just as she felt
Bruised and broken, not good enough
What would it take for her cold heart to melt?
She acted tough even when the road was rough
For she knew, it was all in her head
The hurt she felt, the tears she shed
Not long before, she realized,the battle she fought was with herself
