Roses are red,
My lips are blue,
I'm stuck under water,
Screaming for you.
You cant' hear me,
and I hear you not.
I'm stuck under water,
My body's starting to rot.
My nails are chipped,
My skin is pale,
My lungs are dead,
My life is stale.
The more I sink,
The closer I am to the floor,
I'm drowning for you,
'Cause you don't love me no more.
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A Poet's Notebook
PoésieI wrote this when I was a depressed freshman in high school.
