The path I took, to your heart, all it was was a path of thorns.
The thorns, so thick, so high,
they were all I could see, it was as if they had blinded me.
Those thorns, so sharp, so cruel,
they tore at me, so now all I do is bleed with pain.
Those thorns picked me apart, they were so persistant.
For a while I refused to give in, refused to give up.
I wouldn't let myself see the truth of everything,
I wouldn't allow myself to see the dark slowly engulfing me.
I was naive and innocent,
I thought there would be a garden of beautiful roses
at the end of this path of thorns.
In reality the path just kept on winding,
and it kept on tearing me apart more and more...
Alicia A. R.