Rose’s are red
Violet's are blue
When I think of you I loose all my hues
And I remember of all the things I was accused
I remember all the shades of purple’s , I easily bruised.
I lost you but most importantly I lost myself
All the things I worked hard for went down the drain
I can’t wait  for those days
Of when I’ll stop writing about you.
You caused me great pain!
You caused me to go mentally insane.
I hate the number two and seven!
I hate the day nine eleven!
I hate the day I first met you, July ******* five!
I hate you so much, till the day I die!
I want the earth to swallow me whole,
I hate those knots that build up in my throat!