Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you!

You say this to me,
In hopes I'll understand,
But what do you know?
I've learned to hold my own hand.

You say I'm fine,
But you clearly don't see,
That my life is a joke!
It means nothing to me...

So, if you get this note,
Don't be sad
Remember what you said to me,
To try and make me glad...

But MY roses have wilted...
And MY violets are dead...
MY sugar bowl is empty...
And MY wrists are stained red...
                                                      
So I'm sorry
I couldn't be the one that you loved,
But don't cry or be sad,
'Cause I'm watching you from above...
                                              ~Love, Your Little "Angel"