Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I count my scars,
A few are new.
I chant their insults,
And I hide my faults.
The only ones who know,
Just comes and go.
So don't tell me I'm wrong,
Don't tell me I'm selfish,
The person I was,
They'll never cherish.
But he's now gone,
Who will you save,
He never truly smiles,
What a waste.
He goes through the day,
Pushing everyone away.
He's just scared,
Because no one truly cares.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They still have thorns,
Nothing new.
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suicidal thoughts poems
PoetryThis is not a story but a book of poems, my wonderful friends gave me the idea so thank u guys hope you enjoy reading these poems as much as I enjoyed writing them for you.
