Roses are red, violets are blue, and all I see is pain and you.

The lies you told, but truth be told you never accepted me for who I once was. You never accepted me for what I once was.

Instead you used words to numb my pain, like the English dictionary says all good things must come to an end. Unfortunately you left me before my demise. You stopped me from putting the blade to my throat because you took that blade and put it in my back.

You stopped me from taking those pills, yet you stuffed it down my throat when you left.