You are as a rose beauty beyond words yet covered in thorns each time I touch you it seems blood must follow for knowing I can not have something so beautiful no matter how much blood is lost though unlike a rose I can never have you for unlike a rose you have a mind and soul which makes you unique and priceless in every way even my own death would not buy you , you would probably not care for I would be one less pest for you to deal with not that I would ever do anything to hurt you or to annoy you but yet I still may I don't know I think I should just end my life now and make peace with my demons for they are all I have left.
