All the violets are wilted, roses are dead...
Roses are red, violets are blue,
Say that you love me, tell me you do,
But the violets have wilted, the roses are dead,
Unlike the voices, so loud in you head,
You fought like a soldier, you were so brave,
But too weak for your mind, which kept you a slave,
People were blind, they did not see through,
The fake smiles and lies that became of you,
You tried hard, though all in vain,
For the demons still lurked in your brain,
The light was gone, her last breath taken,
Asleep forever, she would not awaken,
For the violets have wilted, roses are dead,
Away from herself, the young girl had fled.
Forgive, but never forget.
As the pretty young teenager lay on the bed,
With the most darkest thoughts swimming through her head,
A minute she spent staring into space,
Wondering why society was so hard to face.
You see, this young girl had done nothing wrong,
Yet no matter how hard she tried she just didn't belong,
Simply because she wasn't perfect,
She was made to feel like, as a human, she wasn't worth it.
Depression and sadness became all this girl knew,
The urge to pick up the razor just grew and grew,
Alone in the world, she had no strength to fight,
That's when she decided tonight was the night,
Ending her life, she believed, was the only way,
How can she carry on when all she saw was grey,
So she picked up the knife and ran it through her skin,
Her life was gone before it could truly begin.
News of her death spread far and wide,
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