Roses are red, violets
are blue,
sugar is
sweet and perhaps so are you.
But the roses have wilted, the vilets are dead,
the sugar bowl is empty, your wrist are stained red.
The sun isn't shinning, 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 lay there frozen, so far from the light.
Your beauty's unreal, your smile the sun,
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone.
The words that you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much; don't cry when I'm
dead."
A bond that we formed, a love that ran deep,
a pain that we shared, a friend that I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes;
been there the moment you said your 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 have wilted, the violets are dead.
~For anyone who knows someone who commited
suicide~
