Roses are red,
My minds a mess,
Every day that goes by,
I feel less and less,
Knife in my fist,
Feeling draining outa me,
Right threw my wrist,
Left on the ground,
Blood pooling up,
Starting to drown,
But I'm not going up,
I wanna disappear,
Leave everything behind,
But wherever I reappear,
The same thoughts fill my mind,