I’d rather be dead

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’d rather be dead,
Than be here with you.

I feel bad because its not fair,
That no one else,
Has to deal with you there.

Oh but dear child,
You are not right,
I have been coming and going all night.

You see, I am not yours,
And you are not mine,
But simply we’re all just displacements time.

But that can’t be right,
The way that I feel,
All of these thoughts,
They feel surreal.

It can’t be true,
You’re lying to me,
The only ones here, are just me and you.

You do not see?
We are together,
With all of the others that are not free.

I have got you,
And you have got me,
You see everyone else is wrapped up in themselves,
They do not care,
Nor do they see,
That I was keeping you from a horrible reality.

The roses have died,
The violets are crying,
But I have lied,
They say that I’m dying.