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Roses
I tend to hurt myself often
This time I am too tired to heal
My scars seem too deep
I have lost someone I hoped to keep.
What happened to the house in the country
Or the life we planned on living
You must continue, don’t give up
Truly this time death is unforgiving
I thought I would never be so low
If time could change
I would risk my face and body
Just for your smile to show
I still wait for a message
Or a happy birthday
Because as we both know
15 was supposed to be my curtain closed
I wish I could be mad
But you did nothing wrong
In my mind you did nothing wrong.
Did you do anything wrong?
I continue to hate myself
I know you stopped caring
Please continue living
Should only my mind continue depressing.
Take care of them for me
They know you didn’t mean for this
It is my actions,words and brain.
Did you do anything wrong?
Oh I wish I could make a list
Happy 18th birthday to me
I wish I didn’t get to see
I wish I had died long ago.
Along with my past and soul.
Maybe it would have been better.
If I left that way.
For feelings never really go away.
But roses quickly fade.
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