So pretty

My rose has thorns
But the pretty petals are worth the blood
Such beauty is worth a little pain
Pricking every time you touch
 
And after a while you don't feel it
All you see is gorgeous red
Numb but able to hold it
Holding it till it's dead
 
So forever I guess
It won't die in my hands
Why would you die
if you had the chance
 
to be held and to be seen?
Their own blood on your skin
You can't leave me now
No, not after everything
 
I have sacrificed
After all we've been through
Just think for a moment!
What would I do without you?
 
You left anyway
So I guess they were right
Roses never last
and mine used to be white