This Twisted Hatchet Killer
Is gonna make a 'Suicide' thriller
A (fd up) messes up life
She sliced her throat
With a knife
A twisted hatchet suicide
Players pushing all along
Hoping she'd choose
To be the one gone
So she left you a present
For you to feel some pain
All you see is her blood stains
Nothing left
Nothing remains
In this twisted hatchet suicide
You can always read this poem on line
I hope you're doing well
Because 'finally' I'm doing fine
I was a Twisted Hatchet 'Suicide'! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best to write instead of actions