roses are red
violets are blue
the flowers have wilted
and your lips are stained red
with blades and scissors
you drew on your arms
with hate and disgust
you filled your heart
you hid those scars with bracelets and sleeves
in pain, you find contentment and relief
"nobody cares", darling that's not true
i'm here, i'm always here for you
but you didn't give yourself a chance
i knew what happened the moment i saw
you were being carried away by an ambulance
roses are red
violets are blue
the flowers have wilted
our hope is dead
YOU ARE READING
wintercearig
Mystery / Thriller(adj.) lit. "winter-sorrowful"; the feeling of a deep sadness comparable to the cold of winter. {my 1st poetry book. if you want to, check out the second one.} wave: http://www.wattpad.com/story/27743087-wave
