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