Roses are red
and violets are blue.
she was the one
I hoped not to lose.
I know you were lonely,
and oh so depressed.
I know it felt like,
a knife in your chest.
I know you were alone,
crying in bed.
Until your wrists,
were stained vibrantly red.
She forgot that she
was deeply needed.
she cut then cried
but simply proceeded.
I miss who you were,
and your smiling face.
But getting you back?
A dream I cant chase.
She was treated like crap,
and kept to herself.
But every day
grabbed the blade,
off the shelf.
She was alone.
And in anguish.
For all of her life.
Until she decided,
to end the strife.
One cut,
two cuts,
three cuts,
four.
placid in crimson
cold on the floor.
Everyone always,
put her down.
until the day,
that meant,
in the ground.
Carried down the aisle,
as if she was queen.
But everyday prior,
You called her obscene?
Why did they hate her,
until she was dead?
So many sweet words,
too late to be said.
Smiling brightly,
yet glossy eyed.
nobody saw,
the pain inside.
She tried to kill off
her demons,
but never could win.
She tried to drown them in liquor,
but they knew how to swim.
The doctors never helped.
The drugs made it worse,
until the day
she was in that hearse.
had only my hand to hold,
yet the world was still too cold.
Now she's gone forever,
only a story left to be told.
So remember
when you look in the sky,
and see all the clouds go by,
picture those who were shy,
and didn't need a goodbye.
Roses are red and violets are blue,
sugar is sweet but she was too.
But the roses are wilted,
the violets turned black,
what a beautiful soul,
we'll never get back.
