Forgive Me

Forgive me Of my constant stare, My pain, for years, beyond repair. I often say, "Dead minds can't think", Then I remember, Death is a thief. Forgive me If I bleed too much I often say, "It barely touched." Then I remember, It was a swift blade of a demon. Forgive me For never being like them: A child who sits in silence, Never casting a foul tongue. I often say, "It's the thorns That grasps attention, Not the the rose. Then I remember, Thorns are forbidden And roses are given homes.