Roses are RedA Poem by Will
A pretty little rose she was,
finally in bloom. A pretty face is what she was, one day the boys would swoon. But for today, she was spat upon, told "go kill yourself, you b***h." Reading of her living hell, makes my muscles twitch. Pills and blades she tried to find but she couldn't keep them down. "How many advils 'til you die?" Their taunts: a thorny crown. So she went down to the concrete plant and took her leap towards bliss. "They won't give me a second thought, I know I won't be missed." I know you never met me, dear, but I know you all too well. I see you in the girls I know, they all know your hell. They cut and bleed to find release, they see no other way. They try to find an easy way out, no matter what we say. I can't stand to see beauty spoiled; stained by crimson red. All of you are perfect kids you don't deserve to be dead. You deserve to live and enjoy life, to see the flowers bloom. Put the flowers in your hair and make all of them swoon. © 2013 WillAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWillBrooklyn, NYAboutWell now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..Writing
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