The White Rose

The white rose....indicating new love, new marriage, and a new life. But for me it meant death, gone, or hidden. None of those even explained it perfectly.
I remember watching children put the beautiful flowers on my grave...or what they thought was my grave. No one ever new what happened or how it happened. We were all caught off guard. I wasn't even found, my soul was lost. I wasn't me. Was I close? You ask. No I wasnt, I was something I didn't want to be.
I remember that one horrific day that sends chills down my spine still. I regret what I said to her. What I did. Some may say I was partially insane. Was I? Signs point to yes but I would argue.
I was off, my mind thought differently then yours. Until he found me. He made me normal, but changed me. Like I wasnt there. But I wasn't it was just a mask that covered the old heartless soul up.
Don't let him take you. Let alone change you. He will make you think your normal but Your more insane then you ever were......