My wrists they bleed

As if bleeding from my heart

Even though they are far apart

They are connected

My heart pumps blood to my veins

Where it runs down my fingertips and falls like rain

Falling on the floor that makes little flowers

Which will grow

As the blood continues to flow

Soon I shall have a garden

A garden of blood red roses

Where nobody but me knows it

I shall lie in my secret garden

I shall be too weak soon

For I feel myself about to swoon

Then I shall rest my head in my hands

And sleep

Taking with my secrets into my dreams

My dreams of eternity

Yea, the eternal sleep

-Candice Robertson