Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and maybe you are too.
But the roses have wilted
And the violets are dead.
As demons dance circles round in your head,
And as you look in the mirror, at what you've become.
You ask yourself "What have I done?"
It was at that moment,
The demons won.
YOU ARE READING
Broken.
PoetryThis is simply a place for me to put my poetry. All poems are written by me unless stated otherwise. Contains content that may be triggering
