Broken Poem by Cookie Crenshaw
Broken
The voices don't lie
The voice say the truth
The voices are the ones
Who warned me about you...
You lied and made me feel loved
But I should've known you cannot feel
So I guess tonight
You can be my meal...
I hope you die
And I hope it's soon
Cause for my heart broken
And your fat is full of gloom...
I hope Death will punish you
For him and I are great friends
And soon
You'll suffer to no ends...
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