Roses are red

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

The sugar is sweet.

Just like you.

Now,

The roses are wilted,

the violets are too.

The sugar is gone,

and so are you.

So,

I lay there frozen 

far from the light.

I scream and I scream,

With all of my might.

But nobody comes, 

and I'm all alone.

And when they finally do.

The deed's already done.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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