self destructive,
that's my game,
end this misery,
that's my aim.
But i won't take my life,
i'll take yours instead,
and i will smile happily,
a si lay floweres on your grave bed..
you say im evil,
well..... that bits true,
but i've only become like this,
after what you put me thru,
you want me to change,
cos im not the daughte you once knew...
well daddy i don't give a f**k,
and im not changing for anyone,
especially you! ! !
i kno how u feel check out my poem BURN IN HELL, DADDY, BURN IN HELL
I LOVE THIS POEM! ! ! ! ! Evil is always the way! ! ! ! ! Keep writing: -) Rissa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You tell him! A wonderful poem. I wish I could do that to my mom.