The roses are wilted,
the violets are dead,
the demons run circles around in my head.

So hush little sweetheart,
sit down and cry,
put down the razor,
you don't need to die.

Your head is a mess,
your heart torn in two,
everyone loves you and you love u too.

Don't use that razor,
don't shed that blood,
let your tears drift down like a leaf in a flood.

You're life is worth living,
though you may not think true,
Keep reading this poem
because its written by you.

So leave the razor,
let the demons run free,
everything will get better,
just wait you'll see.

Whenever your down,
read this aloud,
don't hurt yourself darling,
instead make yourself proud.

Because your stronger than you think,
more intelligent than you know,
and with each passing day your memories will grow.

To out run your demons,
I believe in this truth,
That if anyone can do it
I know that it's you.