Hands On Thorns

I cut my hands on thorns,

as you stood there and watched.

Blood running from my hands down my fingers,

yet you do nothing but fucking stare!

I've gotten your attention,

but gotten no respect.

You don't talk to me,

now you nolonger look at me.

I've fallen to my knees,

begging for all your apologies.

No, you turn your back towards me,

what did I do to deserve this?

Blood Has now

Stopped Flowing

My hands-now scabing

Hanging on the roses

Thorns Digging

Into My flesh

Causing The scabs

To bleed.

I've sunk down so low,

only myself would know.

My troubles haunt me everyday,

my problems never subside.