Well,,,

red. scattered amongst my bed sheets. my bdy. perfectly alingd in the middle. noone understood. the purple rose petals. she between the dirt and air. its raining now. i did this to myself. "im only hurting you because i love you" he tells me. i dispiese him with all my heart. yet i continue to love him.dont ask me why. im dead now. no pulse. nolife color. my body is white. my dress is black. the only color you get is the dried blood stains on my neck. i see you. with the smirk on your face. you didnt love me at all. your sick. the rain drips down my cheek. alomost like the concluding tears of my life. death will stand where life once stood. the wond. it conveys the rose petals with its staedy alteration. you were an effortless waste of time. so was i.