My Safe Haven

I close my eyes and I see a garden. Red roses with thorns as sharp as needles Surrounding my feet cutting into my calf Yellow sunflowers with honey bees Collecting pollen stabbing into my thighs Green bushes with edges as serrated as glass Tickling my hands and making me laugh Sharp vines hang from trees Slicing my arms and setting me free I wonder what would happen if I let that vine wrap around me I look up high at the pretty blue sky The sun shines bright blinding my eyes I think I black out cause i'm lying on the floor When I open my eyes the garden is no more I attempt to get up but I get very dizzy I look down at my body and I see puddles of red blood I realize its from my cuts The garden was my safe haven But in reality its knives in my skin That's how it always ends