Red is simple
Such a nice color
Color of roses
And of blood
Blood that u bleed
While u lay
Spralled across the floor
With your blade in hand
You use it
To slice slits
In your cold lifeless wrists
Metalic redness pours out
Your angel sighs
Its your time to go
Nobody knows the pain
You went through
Lying on the floor
this couldve been prevented
Your abusers will be sorry
Once they hear your dead
Heart stops bleeding
Blood no longer flowing
Mom runs upstairs to find
Her only kid lying in crimson red
Cursed is the color red
Simple and beautiful
As the last drip of blood falls
She starts to hate the beauty of red
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Depressing Poems
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