The blood dripping slowly down the red, velvet petals
No one sees
The finger slowly applying pressure to the metal trigger
No one sees
The faded memories, the black and white photographs
No one sees
The tear-streaked cheeks of a heartbroken Dahlia
No one sees
The tortured soul trapped inside the crazy mind
No one sees
The scars slowly starting to heal themselves;
Only to be ripped open again..
No one sees . . .
But I do.