Black Roses

Please call me,
before you kill yourself.
I’ll bring you black roses,
and a knife from my shelf.

I don’t wish you dead,
but never alive.
When you are gone,
everything will thrive.

Please do it now,
we’re all waiting.
When your heart stops,
there’ll be no more hating.

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