Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet and maybe...you are too.
But the roses have wilted, The violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty and your wrists are stained red.
You’re alone in your room, Looking at the wall,
All you want is to be thin, pretty and tall.
Your thoughts are everywhere, You’re biting your tongue,
But then your mind is clear and you start to write a song.
“I want a saviour. One who will always be there.
I want someone. Someone who will care.
Please forgive me. For whatever I said.
But it might just be better. If I was dead.”
You put down the pen. And pick up the blade.
Your tears are falling. But your heart is made.
And you sing...
Roses are red, Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet and maybe...I am too
But the roses have wilted, The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl is empty and my wrists are stained red.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some poems that I wrote. They're from my heart and I thought that someone should see them.
