Roses are black,

while violets are blue,

How would you feel if no one loved you.

When I was a child I used to believe that I was alone.

Whether at school or my home.

My parents were kind but I never felt heart,

and that fact alone had torn me apart.

Now that I'm older I some times go back to those days.

Its hurts to revert to my old saddened ways.

I go to school, act like nothings wrong

I smile and joke while my "friends" play along.

Then I get home and I sit in my room.

Everyday feels like I'm waiting for my immenant doom.

Roses are blue, 

and violets are black.

When I was a child I felt my heart crack...