I have a rose that is black and its bleeding dark red blood <br />How I love to stare at it before I lay in bed <br />It reminds me of how broken I really am <br />This rose represents every part of me <br />With the thorns on the stem I seem to get pricked every-time I touch <br />Making me bleed dark red blood <br /> <br />But for some reason I go back for more <br />Guess I'm attached to the pain <br />Feels like the thorns just pricked my heart <br />And my heart is bleeding for dear life <br />Now I'm in pain everywhere I go <br /> <br />Why am I attached to this rose <br />I'm hurting every-time I touch <br />Its bleeding everywhere in my room <br />Splattered on the walls <br />This bleeding black rose just won't die <br /> <br />And when I look in the mirror I see why <br />See the pain all over me and the things I did in life <br />To put me in this situation that I'm in <br />That's why I'm in pain <br />The rose represents me and until I die the rose will still be alive<br /><br />ESPN CHICK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-5/
