I laid my dead roses out today
In the middle of my lawn.
A white picket fence surrounds this old house
But the walls only know
The tirades
The bullying
The eggshells I have walked on for years
The things I held inside.

I built up so much anger
In this condensed body
Knowing that this is wrong.
I could never speak up
For when I did
You told me everything I said
Was a lie, was pathetic.
So I stopped trying.

Still, you wonder why I block you out?
You're a hoax, a sick joke
And the life you gave me
Is the punch line.
But I don't find it very funny anymore.

You fed the buds inside of me
Poison, in the place of water
Insults, in the place of nutrients
Darkness, in the place of sunlight

You never allowed me to thrive
But you chose to remain unaware
That you were one of the factors that killed me.

So, I let it all go.
I'm letting you decide
If you will nurse me back to health.
Now all of my dead roses lay
Right beneath your feet.