Roses Are Dead

Roses are dead, violets won't bloom.
Thoughts swimming in my head, my eyes wonder are around the room.

A bottle of pain killers lie on the floor.
I take a few, I take some more

No,I don't dream in color unless its blood red.
mabye if I don't make a sound they will think that im dead

And if I never speak a word they can forget I exist.
I've been searching and scrambling but still can't find any happiness

I drown in my own own sorrow
******* pitty myself like theres no tomorrow

Stoppit! Get a grip!
I try and itry but I slip

So roses are dead, and violents wont bloom.
then I wake up another day, get out of bed and walk out of my room.
poetvann poetvann 18-21, F 7 Responses Aug 24, 2012

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We love the darkness so much being in depro,

We might as well face it in real life too...

If we like the filthy and dirty darknesss...

Then why not go out there and touch some more of it...



You're actually very talented. I've done a little writing. I know the basics but I really haven't been trained at higher than a college sophomore level. If you want I could give you some tips though.

The gothmother approves

Ik its just something crappy I whipped up real quick

Good concept, but the meter/rhythm is choppy.