Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am dead thanks to you
How you ask
Then let me tell
I thought you be there
By my side
Do as I did to you
To me
I did many things to save you
But when it came to your tune
You just stud aside
And let it came
Like a rain that never ends
Let it begin
The worst pain there's ever been
These ropes around my own hands
Cutting through my bands
A knife to my heart
A bullet to my head
And you just stud there
Till I was dead
YOU ARE READING
I am Dead
PoetryThis is a poem about how you think people are there for you but there not