The Bloody Rose Poem by Karate Girl

As the Roses's thorns perice my hand i think of all the times people that i know not believeing my pain and now they have turned away from me when i needed someone to listen to me and i push the thorn's deeper into my hand and as i watch my blood drip down my arm and on to the floor I think of all the times i asked for help and no one helped me And as i pull the thorn's out of my hand more blood drips to the floor And i coat the rose in my blood and throw it in to the river forgetting all the people who would not help, listen or believe me and all of the memories of the hell i went through and am going through