I Wish You Were There To See Me.
I Was Good, Growing And Strong
But Than Some F-ucker Came And
F-ucked Me Up Again
So I Found Myself In The Court Room Again
Trying Not To Cry While I Tell A Tale
That Ruined My Life
Nobody Wants To Talk To Me
Because They Are Scared Ill Cry
But My Mother Comes Up To Me
And Says: Forgive Him Because
He The Best Thing In My World
And I Dont Wanna Lose Him
: '(Well I Guess She Doesnt Care
If I Went Away And Died
Because She Has 4 Kids
And She Doesnt Even Wanna
Keep Them Alive
Me And My Siblings Have Been
Living In Poverty All Our Lives
And We Are Barly Breathing
I Guess We Are Just A Part Of Her
That She Forgot
So Tonight Im Grabing
The Shovel And F-ucking
The F-ucker Who F-ucked Me! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem