Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses have wilted
And the violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And my wrists are stained red
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
