Bleeding Roses

a poem about death

losing what i desire most

goin threw that stupid depressing state

i have tried not to cry

and i have tried not to feel pain

but when the rose died

i took my last breath

stupid people all around

heart break here and everywhere

i have consumed all that i can take

a sharp pain down my arm

cold wet driping on my hand

puddles on the floor

pain in my heart that is broken

people singin sad songs

i high pitch bell rings

foot stepsgettin louder then softer

roses laying on the casket dieing

pitures bein placed where they belong

the peacher is giving his speeech

pronounsed words sre spoken

and people are leaving the church

and tears being shead

the night are peacefull

for that is the last night i lie awake