Rose Bathed in Blood

rose bathed in blood
sits lonely in my hand
i thought it would be yours by now
but rejection wont have mercy
its thorns sting my hand
and tears fall from my eyes
as your mouth
speaks your mind
why must you be so harsh?
a no would be just fine
but you just had to rub it in my face
you just had to remind me
of what i am
and speak trash about my life
dont worry, because someday you will pay
but until then i cant even stand
i cant look at you
i cant move
with so much shame
with so much pain
this life might be
the death of me


all credits on this poem belong to me.