analyse my poem

lets get lost in this sheet of rain,
hide away in the shadows,
whisper secrets, ignore the pain,
wilted roses in the meadow,

you make me better, i'm insane,
and nothing but the blades,
me cope, in this rain,
where we get lost, and cut out the pain,

that often lives inside our veins,
and the white sleeves, a red stain,
to this friend, that can relate,
to a life, just to escape,

this addiction, and explain,
the poetic words that hide the scars,
and as we wish we were treated the same,
is something wrong with my heart?

to you, jamie.