Stained Rose

In a daze. In the dark. She sits in the corner so unwanted. Drying her eyes. Hiding her tears. Trying her best to be real. But all she feels in this hour is the pain of her loneliness and the beating of her heart.
Then it all crashes down in her darkest hour. Peeling away with the pain. Her scars are showing. Revealing all that she hides inside. Tearing at the scars that have slowly been inflicted. Hoping time will erase her swollen heart.
Stained rose, crying alone in the corner. Her time has run out and so has her hope for escaping the dark. Stained rose, staring solemnly in the mirror. Her image is fading and so is her heart, standing alone in time.
Silently screaming in pain. She goes unheard. She's such a mess. Black clouds hang over her head. Her luck's run dry.
Disappearing in the night. Going where ever the wind blows her. Taking her away from everyone she knows. She's so cold and alone. She's faded away.
Stained rose, crying alone in the corner. Her times run out and so has her hope for escaping the dark. Stained rose, staring solemnly in the mirror. Her image is fading and so is her heart, standing alone in time.