suicide like a rose

By Ellen Green
girl_julia@ivillage.com

walls closing in on me
with nails of christianity
my beliefs cause insecurity
suicide is like a rose
waiting to bloom again
holding its beauty deep inside
the sky is falling down on me
like rain that only i can see
my faith it cannot set me free
suicide is like a rose
waiting to bloom again
trapped beneath its shell
suicide is like a rose
my future doomed
straight to hell
my life is crashing down on me
the pain that only hate can bring
nothing new means anything
suicide is like a rose
waiting to wilt, to die
suicide is like a rose
and i will be a rose tonight....