Better Off Dead Poem by Kathryn Garner

i'd rather it be dead
its not yet a baby, baby
is what he said
i know you love it
and me
so whos it gonna be
baby you cant keep the baby

white sheets, cold, 'pure'
ready for her sin
waiting she was sure
one simple yes
to save her from lonlieness
gave up its life for him
the sheets took her sin

im sorry, but its dead
is what he said
love for you is gone
she asks what she did wrong
only his scent to answer
so long

white skin, warm, 'pure'
ready for her sin
waiting she was sure
one little scar from a cut
and now shes stuck
blood taking form of repentance
stuck, begging for another chance

i'd rather you be dead
is what he said
i know you love me
but i hate you
now let me be
go away, leave me alone
you can die alone

white sheets, cold, tears, 'pure'
ready for her sin
waiting she was sure
[[calling she was sure]]
she gave him his wish
she took the bulletts kiss
'i love you' she cried
it wasnt the shot.... he made her die