⭒Eutony ii⭒

⭒Dead Roses⭒

She was not loved by anyone,
She believed the words they throwed at her,
Aiming for her heart every time,
Which they succeeded,
Her heart was damaged,
But she still managed to love them with all the pieces,
Loved the ones who were unworthy,
She still saw the good in them,
Never once doubting them,
She doubted herself,
It was all her fault,
They didn't love her appreciated her,
This went on for years,
Until the pain got too much,
She showed them the monster they created,
The person they no longer knew,
She did not either,
She broke the mirror,
The splinters pierced her hands,
Blood escaping,
She felt no pain,
She never shed a tear,
Because once again they did not love her,
They did not care,
She became a shadow,
Like she never existed,
Finally,
She drowned from the pain,
They cried,
As if they loved her,
"Don't spread dead roses when I'm gone", she said.

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Written by:
darkxdestruction

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