Easily

Probably not my best work, especially with the whole-oh god, where is my noose feel.

Roses are dead,
But violets are red.
Dripping blood over cloth,
Staining the white.
You'll never know
The reddish-brown smear,
Which you've left behind,
A cut in my ear
Remains as a scar,
That shows what we've lost,
In this long, dreadful dance.
We can keep going,
'Till out heels have all blistered,
And the dogs have run home.
Home of the broken.
Do you belong there?
Have you been mal-treated?
Have you been flattened, or shaken,
Or cut?
Don't worry, there's worse.
Don't cut yourself up.
It's only a dream,
That you were living this life,
That you could do everything,
So damn easily.

I dunno why exactly, but I liked it. You've hit the spot.