A bright red rose.
A bright red rose,
a robin in the spring,
a piece of artwork,
your more than all those things,
A stupid little girl,
which means nothing to you,
she's down and alone but you are confused
which is what she means to you,
You could long to have him all you like,
but one day you'll learn theres no point in that fight,
Makeup running down her face,
couldn't care less about her state,
at least matching what she feels inside,
Feeling really confused,
going to the kitchen thinking what to do,
"its all my fault" she screamed out loud,
picking up a knife,
As she watched the blood poor out,
can't feel any pain,
feeling much more relieved again,
bet you'll be fine if you do it one more time.
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