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This rose has wilted and D.I.E.D.
Category: Life

I sit here watching this movie in my mind--
A movie with stills and frames,
they are all but memories and bad times.
Accusation after accusation,
lie after lie,
She screams at me,
How I wish you would just die.
Well I wish I could strangle you and your fat neck,
hang you over your precious deck,
that way you'd die someplace you loved,
someplace you enjoyed,
just know that I will not be there;
Oh wait-- yes I will, you see.
I have to let you see me-
Just one last time, before I go,
that this is me, this isn't for show.
I tried to change for the better,
to keep my chin and spirits up,
just you drug me down so far,
I may not ever get up.
Thank you for the pain and tears,
for putting up with me these past few years.
But don't forget,
I had to put up with you too,
but that's not important,
who cares, you said.
Yeah, well I care,
and now you're dead.