Roses Are Red?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue;
My heart is dead,
Because of you.

But some roses are black,
And violets die easily;
My heart will never come back,
Or ever love freely.

The flowers have wilted,
Killed by emotion;
My world's become tilted,
There's no more devotion.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue;
I've realized something,
I can live without you.

It will be hard,
I've already lost feeling,
And this broken glass shard,
Keeps me from healing.

I used to rather feel numb,
Able to drop the knives;
Yet I guess the pain,
Helped reassure me
I was still alive.