Because she liked pain and I did not.
The scars of cigarette burns and self inflicted
cuts, her friend I could be not like that.
The wife whom said that about your daughter.
Only at he top do they know what really happened.
The mentality of the mob feels other wise.
Time can not erase the damage done.
The prosecution of these two, where one is dead.
Shot through the head Gabby was.
Hurting the one's whom hurt you is not advantageous.
If so tell me to whom?
This urgency my forgiveness to all that is not is because.
Parting the clouds you see it goes both ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem