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WARNING: DO NOT PUT YOUR CURSOR OVER WITTY IF YOU HAVE FREQUENT SEIZURES.








 

So take this razor,
and carve your name,
onto my wrist, 
so everyone will know,
who left me like this.

Don't like me? Aw, well

Your boyfriend does :)

Roses are red, violets are blue,
sugar is sweet, and perhaps so are you.
But the roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
the sugar bowl's empty, your wrists are stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky isn't clear;
there's no silver lining cause you're no longer here.
Rain keeps on pouring, there's no end in sight,
you're laying there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
but times can't be turned or your actions undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read
"I love you so much; please don't cry when I'm dead".
A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep,
the  pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wrap the tears from your eyes;
been there the moment you had said goodbye.
I want to forget, but most times I don't,
I want to let go, but I know that I wont.
Tears on my face, memories burned in my head.
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead.

"No I don't care, I'm fine", she answers
as she lays in her bed, crying her eyes out, and
gasping for air. She curls in her toes, and grabs and pulls her long flowing hair.
Her bright blue irises sparkling like the sun, as the tears come

flowing out, which so hard she tries to shun.
Her eyes around them, usually snow white, show fiery red,
like hell in a bad dream she's living tonight. Why did this happen?
Why are people so mean? What or who started this?
Asked the beautiful fragile girl, who was only fourteen.

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This is what words look like when you're crying.