Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hate this world,
And probably you.
My roses have wilted,
The violets are dead,
Why wont these demons,
Get out of my head?
No one can see me,
Cause no one can care,
Their lives are so happy,
While I'm empty and bare.
No one can hear me,
As I scream in the night,
Their ears are filled full,
Locked out all the fright.
No one can feel me,
As I grab on their clothes,
Looking for help,
But nobody knows.
No one can sense me,
As I wander around,
An empty cold soul,
That is hell bound.
No one can find me,
My body's hid well,
I was already dead,
Locked up in this hell.
My roses have wilted,
The violets are dead,
No one believed me,
When I lost my own head.