Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm here, in your room
And I'm watching you

I've seen you grow up
Ever since you were small
You used to be this high
But now, you're so tall

I know you are sad
And you think about death
But for you, I am here
So just, please, take a breath

Because people are lonely
With loud noise in their heads
They just want it to stop
To get rid of their dreads

So just know it's okay
To feel lonely and sad
But sometimes what you need
Is the time to feel glad

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The monster under your bed
Is always here for you.

I am trying to write a letter to the man who tried to save me.
I don’t know what to say
And maybe that's why I stop
Maybe that's why the ground remains the same distance away.
Maybe that's why the bridge doesn’t win this time.
The characters of ‘dear teacher’
are the only things that mark the page

Your skin,
is the color of a rusty gate
your teeth,
collapse like the colliseusm
your arms,
flap gracefully like an albatross
and your eyes,
remain a mausoleum.

(EVIDENCE: Prior to her arrest, this romantic Valentine's Day card was found next to the bullet riddled body of Mrs. Hubbert's husband)