standing in a field <br />engulfed in morning mist <br />white roses all around me <br />blood dripping from my wrists <br /> <br />the cold blade against my skin <br />another slit I make <br />I watch the crimson fall <br />then realize my mistake <br /> <br />the drops have become a river <br />a river of much regret <br />I feel my body shiver <br />then gasp for lack of breath <br /> <br />the cut was deeper than I thought <br />I must have hit a vein <br />the bleeding just won't stop <br />with my blood this field is stained <br /> <br />so here I will lay forever <br />in this god-forsaken place <br />bloodied roses all around me <br />and teardrops on my face<br /><br />Christina Ezelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloodied-roses/
