Death is only the beginning is all she could say
As she cried, sliding the blade
Tears rolling Dow her fragile face
She was beaten hard out of her grace
Heart broken words written on her goodbye
This is her suicide.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar sweet and so are you
But the roses have wilted
And the violets are dead the sugar bowls empty
And my wrists are stained
RED.
YOU ARE READING
In the Darkness.
PoetryPoems that are of suicide, The feelings that I can't hide. So if you decide To try suicide I'm there for you Your there for me We were the best that we could be But that isn't up to me. What you choose And what you do That is only up to you.
