all over again II

that rose
is still yet bloody
for i have given up
i have retrieved my knife
i feel as if i  have failed my self
no longer am i indusructable
 i am as week as a thin needle
scraching at your skin
tiny drops of blood falling from your arm
collecting a puddle of every desire
you wish to have
know that no one can walk all over you
but yet i have let my self down
i still go out
and imagen the moon and the stars
covered in blood
like the rose i still have