“This isnt the frist time that I have felt this way my problem is when I look into the mirror and see what I have become I am done with this... I'm doing everything I thought was right but my reflection changes glass shatters just like my heart I used to believe a painful heart is a bleeding rose no more will the rose bleed as dead pettels fall I have lost all I have believed in no more painful heart...no more bleeding rose just me and my lonly thoughts the pettles turn black while the blood drys.. the heart shatters and is never seen again.. and me?... I stay behind...just like always...”
