Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And perhaps so are you
But the roses have wilted
The violent share dead
The sugar bowls empty
Your wrists are stained red
The sun isn't shining the sky isn't clear
There's no silver lining
Because your no longer here
The rain keeps on poring
There's no end in sight
I have fallen too far from the light
I can't get up I'm stick in this rut
Death come quickly
But not fast enough
This world has broke me
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough
But I can't do this any more
I hurt to much I'm in pain to often
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoésieThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
