all over again

the rose in my hand
is covered in blood
the blood from heart
yet im still living
with all the cuts and bruises on me
you would wonder where i got them
but if you see a knife in my hand
 i think you would know
that im no different from anybody else
im just a mere shadow
no one see me
all i do is sit on the floor
in a corner
and start all over again
grab a knife
and cut untill
im bloody again
it feels like i do this every day
sit in silence
and wait till night
and go out
and stare at the moon and the stars
imagine them covered in blood
like the rose i once had