Roses And Wrists

Roses Are Red

Violets Are Blue

Sugar Is Sweet

And So Are You

But The Roses Have Wilted

And The Violets Are Dead

My Sugarbowl's Empty

My Wrists Are Stained Red

And I Just Want To End

This poem is about: 
Our world

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