It's ironic how the same red roses we give out to loved ones on Valentine's Day, are the same ones we throw into the ground at someone's funeral.
The acidic thoughts in my brain are starting to kill the flowers in my heart.
But maybe that's not a bad thing,
Because the flowers you planted there
Are growing into my lungs
And I can't fucking breath.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
