Wrapped in Roses

by Brendan Styles about a year ago in sad poetry

The suffering relationship with Self Harm...

Wrapped in Roses

I was numb looking for sensation. Torn apart, I lost the temptation. When you had me wrapped in Roses and left me covered in thorns.

I was empty

Inside there wasn’t too much.

Like a canvas, I was craving your warm colored paint brush.

You had a glow.

Like a downtown neon light,

that surrounded you and deeply blinded my mind.

That silent whisper

was felt through my veins.

And caused my skin to melt from the touch of your burning flame.

Soft enough to offer me love and warmth.

Tough enough to burn it all away.

Then I knew that touch of your fingers left too much pain.

I just couldn’t stay...

I found another way

sad poetry
Brendan Styles
Brendan Styles
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Brendan Styles

I’m an athlete, writer, and well I pretty much do everything.

With the mental health issues, drug addiction, and life experience; I am now sober and have quite a bit to say. I’m learning to love the struggle of my 20’s. Follow my Journey!

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