Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and perhaps so are you.
But the roses have wilted, the violets are dead,
The sugarbowl's empty, my wrists are stained red
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
There's no silver lining cause I'm no longer here. (I meant this as the old me)
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight,
I'm laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty's unreal, my smile the sun
But time can't be turned nor my actions undone.
The words that I wrote that only I read,
"I hate myself so much, I wish I could just be dead."
A bond that I formed, loneliness that ran deep,
a pain that no one shared; a friend I couldn't keep.
I wanted to hold my ground, wipe the tears from my eyes;
been there the moment I said goodbye.
I want to forget but most times I don't.
I want to let go, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories burned on my head;
The roses have wilted, the violets are dead.
YOU ARE READING
Sadness isn't Always that Obvious.
Non-FictionI don't know why but I uhh.....wanna do this since I feel better. I don't know why, but it kinda relieves some pain whenever I write this. This is where I relieve my stress, and I hope yours too. So please enjoy
