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 Nov 2014 Ronnie Trubiani
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Roses aren't red
Violets aren't blue
Because theres no more color
In a world without you
Slowly dying
Slowly crying
Slowly giving up without even trying

I'm slowly anticipating what everyone else is afraid of

I'm slowly crawling towards insanity
I'm slowly weeping for sanity

I'm slowly wishing for a solace


I'm slowly hoping for release
From this hell bent place that's corrupting my belief
I'm hoping when I get what I'm anticipating
*I'll be free
I hate how time feels. It feels too slow and it feels too fast.
 Nov 2014 Ronnie Trubiani
Margar
I'm a little flower.
I am as delicate as the petals of a flower.
Tear me,
And you'll never be able to repair me.

Step on me,
You just lost a breathe of your life.

Rip me from my roots,
I'll die within seconds.

Spit on me,
Thanks for that one more drop of rain.

Make fun of me,
Look who's talking.

Little flower.
Bold heart.

One thing I know,
Is that if you cross the line,
I won't be that little pretty flower you knew.
I don't know. I didn't mean the look who's talking part mean. I just... Couldn't come up with anything else. Oh and who talks about flowers without talking about potatoes! Join the potato league #jointhepotatoleague and become an official potato!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I'm dying inside,
But it doesn't matter to you,I'm a nobody..
A suicidal.. self harming girl...,
In the confines of a hospital,
And they say that I'm dying...
And there's nothing they can do.
They will just let me suffer...,
In my own pain and guilt,
It's to late for anyone to save me...
My life is in the hands of the devil....,
Good bye cruel world!!!!
First poem hope u like  it. I edited it to make it longer.

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