roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you

but the roses have wilted
and the violets are dead
the sugarbowl is empty
and my wrists are stained
RED

**(c.m.h)

Our love started like a little rain,
And quickly turned into a hurricane.
We were as strong as your favorite *****,
But now we are nothing but old news.
They say the pain will go away,
But I still think about you every single day.

I laugh because you were hoping this would shatter me into a million pieces.
The best part about it is that you're the one in a million pieces.
I sit here feeling like I'm on top of the world.
While you're the one feeling lost in your own skin.
I get a strange satisfaction out of this.
Maybe it was because you never knew how to treat me.
You never showed me how much you cared about me or loved me.
But now seeing you like this,
I can now see the affect I had on you.
And I love it.
I hope you will be tortured by this forever,
Because you will never get me back.
One thing I hope you get out of this is how to treat not only a woman,
But the people you love in general.
Because no one ever deserves to be treated the way you treated me.
And I can't believe it took me that 3 years to realize that.

People said
Romanticizing is too dramatic
And sad poetries
Are kind of untold suicidal notes
And poets
Are too broken, bluer than a bruise
Blacker than old stretches
As miserable as a grayish dark cloudy sky
As heavy as the hazy rainfalls on a rooftop
Little know they realize
That words hurt
And sharp,
Like a knife twisted in a soul.

I deserve to be happy,
But the world is too scrappy;

I deserve to be pampered,
But people always hammered;

I deserve to be loved,
But I always lost my beloveds;

I deserve a precious friendship,
But always got hardship;

I deserve more time,
As to my destiny I need to climb;

I deserve to be heard,
But soon as comes a warning word;

I deserve a good rest,
But I'm lingering like an unloved guest;

I deserve to be respected,
And that's what I always expected;

I deserve to have what I have,
As that's only what the world gave;

But even that's not in my luck,
I'm totally stuck;

I deserve to suffer,
As I had been a lover.

I once wept in your presence and you judged me.
You were right, I'm weak.
In all my solitude I grasped a hand,
In all my suffering I leaned on many shoulders,
Through highs and lows I was held with love.

So now I face the world alone,
You dare call me weak?
Climb and sore with no hand to hold,
You dare call me weak?
Man my own battles and slit my own throats,
You dare call me weak?
Look you in the eyes and say "I don't need you anymore",
You dare weep in front of me?

                                                       *s.q.

Suffer is to want it but don't do it.

Suffer is to love them when there foolish.

Suffer is to encourage when they beat you down for entertainment.

Let go of all the hurt they put you threw it.

There screaming but you speak with love and calm them to.

Understand cause you don't have to be understood.

Speak the truth when they don't wanna hear it.

Suffer gives you a heart of content because to be honest this is the person that everybody loves too see them with to pull threw it..

..Thank you

it makes me really sick
how every ******* song reminds me of
YOU

you can die several times
because death is not only a dead body