TW ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ EXTREME GRAPHIC Depictions of pain/ depression The roses are layed apon my skin, the red pigment bleeds within It leaks onto my skin, staining it ruby the scent of the rose, a sanctuary But this rose, is artificial, the color of it, not original, but so deeply gorgeous, it draws me in, ruby petals, I feel within But they have such great beauty,and I am blinded, a invisible force, ripping them again Just like my delicate heart, they are torn apart The fakery never lasted for long The fake song they planted in my mind A one of a kind The roses were laboratory made, top grade but the improvements had not been filled And I am so sorry, so sorry, my love But the roses, and now gone Please try to replace the roses with a natural song You are not gone You aren't alone The artificial rose, is an artificial home It clings and stains your blood, and makes your skin grow cold It makes a young person Oh so very old This is abt self h@rm's fake thrill