can you bury me in roses, and tell me that i'm going to be okay?
can you whisper the words i never say to myself?
tell me that everything is going to be all right,
but,
just don't lie, tell me the truth.
let me know if i can do this,
submerge me in roses.
but,
roses have thorns.
they prick, they hurt, they can make you bleed.
are you okay with that?
am i okay with that?
nevermind that,
just bury me in roses anyway, forget me.
if the truth is too much for me to bear then,
just ignore me and leave me.
just don't hate me.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
