Lay me down in a bed of roses

As thorns dig into flesh and stain the petals

Make me feel alive, even if the scars last forever

And I carry a crown of thorns as tribute for my cardinal sin


I cross my heart and I hope to die

Trying to cast away the apathy I feel on the inside

It’s what I deserve for living in the moment, chasing a fool’s dream

Only for my expectations to come crashing down as I bleed.

Author’s Words for Thought

“She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I’d spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.” -Sarah Dressen