[Smooth Criminal]

Roses and Mums
A poem by: Smooth Criminal

I am not loved
I am lonely
It has always been this way
I have been abused
Sometimes it is directly
Other times it isn't, but it happens every day
Ever since my first birthday in March
I lost my nïevety
All because of one man's desires
My spirit is parched
But I looked positive and attentively
I tried to hide my tears
I failed
I was sent to an orphanage
It was hell there, too
This place was a mountain I couldn't hope to scale
Then came Dr. Robotnik's first espionage
He came and killed, two by two
Then I saw the hero on TV
He was handsome and his eyes were gorgeous

His hair was my favorite color, blue
I thought my eyes were deceiving me
"Sonic, help us!"
He ran over leaving behind a turquoise hue
He pulled me and a few others out of the rubble
He asked if we were okay
And I replied, "Yes."
He looked into my eyes, his stare made me stumble
He asked me to travel with him, and I said okay

I thought he would be my savior, the one to get me out of this mess
He didn't, he only made it worse
I thought it was love at first sight
He just saw me as a fan girl
Maybe I was, any love he had for me completely dispersed
Soon, we began to fight
He went out with every other girl
But with me, he was harsh
And one day he told me off
He said, "Leave me alone, I don't want to see you again, girl."
He was very tough
So I said, "You won't."
So here I am, clutching this knife
I'll keep my promise
Because after tonight, he'll never see me again
I'll never be his wife
I'll never have his boy named Thomas
I've said good-bye to all my friends
But I haven't said bye too Sonic
So I'll say it now
"Farewell, my Summer love
You wanted me gone, so I obliged. How ironic
This is all I can say, for I don't know how"
Then I took off my glove
I pick up the knife once more
I look at my reflection upon its surface
One look at my lifeless eyes
They say it's time to go forward
Yes, I can't stand my pained face
My life was full of lies
But no longer
So I take this blade
and stab my wrists
Seeing my blood contrast with pink, longer
I take one last look of his eyes of jade
I put my hand on his fist
"I love you, even though it isn't mutual"
Soon, I feel light-headed
I take the opportunity to let it go
Let it all go to hell
I'm sure he's glad to be ridded
He won't know
He won't know until morning
Then when it comes
I'll be gone
I'll show him this warning
See the blood covered roses and mums
Let it mix with pink and he'll be all alone

*A\N: I do not comend suicide. It is a very serious matter. I f you know somebody who is suicidal, do your best to help them out.