Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Blood runs down my arm,

You don't care, do you?

Tears of blue,

Wrists of red.

You don't know,

What goes on inside my head.

Leave me to die,

Among the blood.

Enough to make

A river flood.

I was always fine,

Always ok.

You didn't know,

I don't always mean what I say.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

People die everyday,

And one day you will too.

Mine and I'm pretty proud of it.