Why do we cause so much pain
As if the world
Didn't have enough?
We hate as viciously
As we love
Hurting the ones we touch.
Burning, tearing, stabbing
Ripping hearts and
Stinging tears.
Roses are red
But Scarlet is dead,
Violets are blue
Yet I'm still missing you.
The years have flown by
But I still hurt inside.
Why do we refuse to stop
Haven't we had enough?


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