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flowers

Contributed by frozensuicide on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 01:41:19 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

The roses are red, as if they had just bled,
All over your pretty eyes, wondering when your precious life dies.
I make it seem so easy,
Just to cut up and down the lines,
But to tell the timid truth,
Roses that are yellow are for a reason.
They shine bright as the morning sun,
So you can know when you stare at them that your life is done.
Roses that are pink are just as beautiful when you drink,
Drink so much that you can’t see straight, and so you fall,
Fall, fall, fall…
Fall into darkness, fall into self-discovery, fall into misery.

Daffodils smell pretty and nice, like a blade looks when its about to slice,
Down your arm, up your thigh, across your stomach so you can hope to die.
Petals fall, like tears of rain; tears of hope start to drain.
Violets are purple, a mix of red and blue,
But look at yourself. Are you mixed to be true?

The pain that lies in my eyes, Can you see it? Can you see it?
Why am I, so alone tonight,
In my basement room, with the flickering light.
You always say good night,
You always say good bye.
You always say farewell,
But you never say I love you.
You never say I miss you.
You never say I think about you.

Dandelion is just a weed,
Just like skin is meant to bleed,
Just like eyes are supposed to cry,
And throats are supposed to choke,
And hearts are supposed to stop,
At some point in time.

No one can be there to protect you,
To help you, hold you, and save you.
Flowers have no one but their selves.
In the long run.
They have bees to help them,
Like friends,
But when one becomes, they also ends.

Just like this, just like that.

Copyright Â© frozensuicide ... [ 2004-07-01 01:41:19]
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Re: flowers (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Thursday, 1st July 2004 @ 01:49:47 AM AEST
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Very sad but great writing.
luv, huggs,
emy

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