the red roses beneath my feet,
the once white roses.
have seen much defeat.
  they were painted with blood,
of my very own,
just look at them,
they have trapped my sole.

I promised to stop,
I said I would,
I lied to you all.
But I'm sorry,
to call.
My eyes will water,
My heart will break,
I will never,
Ever wake

down the rabbit hole,
with nothing to spare,
through the tiny door,
just fallow that fluffy hare.

Down the path to wonderland,
with places big and small,
where people live in harmony,
and no one likes a brawl.

Down the road and up the hill,
sing a tune and stay awhile,
for there is more yet to come,
Down the road to wonderland,
with wonders big and small.

I have a wish,
not a nice one,
I want someone dead,
but I cant be the death.

I don't know if I can write anymore,
my parents found out that I used to cut and more.
This will be my last poem for now,
I really hope I made you all proud.

Here I am behind the screen,
hiding away so no one will see.
this is the real me,
drowned in sorrows,
living life like there is no tomorrow.

roses are red and so are my wrists,
I make a new cut to feel loved.
But I'm only loved by my razor,
its sad I know,
living my life in sorrows.