Roses are blood red, violets are twilight-hued oh how I wish I was dead so that I no longer have to brood.
Death would be a reprieve as I would no longer have to be true, and I would no longer have to be around any of you.
Roses and Death
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Explain Bear
Listen up, dummy! This poem talks about how much the author wants to die. They're all emo about how death would be a sweet escape from being real and dealing with other people. It's like, duh, wanting to ditch life 'cause it's too hard. People write poems like this when they're feeling angsty and misunderstood, which, judging by your search history, is pretty much your whole vibe.
Death&Decay
I know it's not a joke but hope you like anyway. And I'm not a poet but I'm a songwriter heh no one cares anyway tho so eh.