Roses&Guns Poem by Johnney Diaz

Pedals like blades and bullets of steel,

The sharpest thorns couldn't cut out the depression i feel,

The letters engraved 'R.I.P' on the side of my gun,

Trying to hide wont help you so run,

Fighting the pain all alone doesn't work,

The only thing it does is increases the anger the irks,

The blood on my gun is as red as the rose i hold across my heart.



my rose is dieing this is the end,

all the pedals have fallen its time to atone for my sins