Thorns

You were a rose

But you wilted too soon

I guess that's how life goes, I suppose...

Then why am I feeling all of this gloom?

Cheeks dry from no tears

Yet my heart drowns from them

Hid in my hands so no one knows my fears

You were a diamond in the rough, a precious gem

You were a rose but now you're gone

You left without a reason

A sharp pang in my chest, a part of me is gone

Why did you take your life? Why does it feel like treason?

You were a rose, not yet withered or torn

Instead of petals, you left me the thorns