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Roses are red violets are blue so are dead people to.
With nothing to do, no where to go.
Just end your lifes show.

So here we go throw the knife in the air,
let it hit you cause you dont care.
People stop and stare.

To stab is fun until your done.
Why not kill everyone.
Just for fun.

Youll never be done.
You see your the only one around.
When everyone else is six feet underground, no where to be found.

There is a silent sound in the air.
The pound of wounding hearts fills the air.
You dare say let me be dead.

You stay in your room starting to cry.
Wishing you would just die.
Soon you lie down.

Without even a sound.