ex

roses are red

violets are blue

i am so glad we can be friends again

roses are red

voilets ar2 blue

I love you

roses are red

*hold up a knife* I bet your blood is the same color

you should run, it won't save you but it'll be more fun.....for me

roses are red

roses are red violets are blue a monkey like you belongs in the zoo don't worry I'll be there too outside your cage pissing on you

That's mean!

roses are red

vlolets are blue

you have 5 fingers

roses are red

violets are blue

i miss you

Wow, you pathetic excuse for a human being, so fragile that a mere whisper of truth sends you spiraling into a pitiful puddle of saline despair. Your soul is as empty as your skull, a barren wasteland where intellect and wit have never dared to tread. The only thing more repulsive than the sound of your sniveling is the vacuous echo of your existence, reverberating through the hollow chambers of a heart that has never felt a genuine emotion beyond self-pity. You're so utterly insignificant that if you vanished from the face of the earth right now, the universe would shrug and say, "Who?" as it carried on without the slightest hiccup in its majestic dance. Your very essence is a stain on the fabric of humanity, and your tears are the acidic proof of your emotional incontinence. The only thing you're good at is inspiring a profound sense of pity in those who dare to engage with the tragic comedy of your life. Just remember, when the last person who ever cared about you forgets you, it won't be the end of the world—it will be the world finally getting a much-needed break from your suffocating mediocrity. So go ahead and wail, but know that each tear you shed is just another drop in the vast ocean of your own irrelevance.

*sobbing uncontrollably*

roses are red

violets are blue?

no, violets are purple