The roses are red, and the violets are blue.
Honey is sweet, and so are you.
The roses have wilted, and the violets are dead.
The honey jar is empty, and the tiles are stained red.

I can't be your Valentine, I've fallen to the floor.
I took too many pills , but I told you, "I don't love you anymore."
When I look in the mirror; blue drains from my eyes.
When I look down; red drains from my thighs.

I've woken up in a hospital room.
I did not die, I failed, now I'm doomed.
I look around, and then I see.
I can not move, I can't get free.

They've bound me tight to the uncomfortable bed.
I see a mirror, when I look my eyes are red.
Puffy from the night before.
Crying drowsily on the bathroom floor.

I look up and see the light.
I wish I could reach, it's way too bright.
A nurse walks in and greats me good day.
I listen to him start to say...

"The roses may be wilted, and the violets may be dead,
there might not be honey left, but I can sill be your friend."

I told you I didn't want to talk to you
All you did was keep typing
And all I did was not reply
You asked me why i was ignoring you
I told you four hours ago
To stop texting me
But you just kept on typing
I'm fine with it I've blocked you
You learned your lesson
Thank you
For ruining my life
I really do appreciate it
Goodbye to you and only you
Forever

It's 4:00 AM and I'm bored as ****
My friends haven't answered my texts

I've been watching Netflix, so it's all okay
Without you it seems weird to do this

You were my only constant
And now your gone, out of my life

I get all of it, besides the parts I don't get
It's funny how you ignore me

I find myself not understanding somethings.
Why people look to a man they can not see.
Why people base their lives on stories they were not in.
Why people keep trying after they fail.
Why people want love though it always ends badly.
Why people physically hurt them selves to make emotional pain go away.
Why people think they love someone who hurts them.
Why people keep on living, trying to stay alive, not wanting to die.
Why I want this one person.
Why I still go to school everyday.
Why I try and get good grades.
Why I try to look my best.
Why I try to please people.
Why I try and please you.
Why I love you.
Why I care.
Why.

before everything
we were great friends
you were dating her
i thought you were cool
i liked you and you liked me
but we were both taken
when we were both single
we dated
i loved you
you loved me
then
i kissed her
and you found out
i ended it
you tried to fix it
but i couldnt let you back in and said lets just be friends
you couldnt take that and we fought
i told you, i hated you and i meant it
i told you, i didnt want to talk to you and i meant it
i told you, you were never the one for me and i meant it
now
i cant stop, loving you
i cant stop, wanting to walk up to you and say something
i cant stop, thinking you may have been the one i would marry
your with her
and your so similar
and shes sweet and pretty and nice
and shes my friend so i cant do anything about it
so**
ill let you go
forever
goodbye

You say I'm the reason all of my relationships go to ****.
When I broke up with you, and most of my past partners.
You wanted me back, and I left because of my fears.
I may be part of the reason, but defiantly not the only reason.
You took part in this disaster, so don't even pull that card.

**** honey, you're still trying? A'ight, sounds fun.
You try so hard all the time, and it always ends badly.
You text me and want to be friends, then we play the 'question game'.
You bring up past subjects, and resent ****-ups.

I left before it got worse
It was already bad...

There is a broken record under my pillow in a dream
There is shattered glass across the floor
There are pages ripped out of books
I'm shook

There are matches on my headboard
There is rope in the garage
There is a bottle full of pills
There is a tub full of water
There is a drawer full of knives
There is a river down the road
There is a key for the case of guns
There is a train coming at noon
What do I do? What do I do?
So many choices to choose.
There is a broken record under my pillow

No one can hear my muffled sobs as tears roll down my face
No one can see my quivering lip or my bruising hip as i sit in the too small space
No one can see the pain i'm in or when my nails dig in my skin
No one can hear the keyboard keys clack as i type out this allegory
No one can really tell why i'm here they just think its for the glory

Feeling lost in this world
Never to feel free
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Never to feel free
Feeling lost in this world

Ode to the girl whose beauty would strike anyone down
The girl who means it when she smiles
The girl who can be happy even when she's a bit down
The girl whose voice will always make my stomach flutter
The girl who always gives second chances
And thirds
And fourths
And fifths
Ode to the girl who doesn't see my faults
The girl who will love me no matter what I do
The girl who will sit by my side whilst I cry
The girl who will make everything better
The girl who makes everyone want to be happy
And laugh
And smile
And love
Ode to the non-existent girl

You've seen the world
I've seen it too
You've tried hanging and jumping
I've tried too
But i haven't told you
But now we try together
To stay alive
What's now is better
What was then
Was in the past
What is now
Is are only worries
We are home
Together