I was 3 years old
I didn't know who I was
She was drunk
And decided to drive
She live a normal life now
Not knowing what she has done
I hate her
Broken bones
Brain damage
Being put in intensive care
tracheostomy
Life support machines
I respect what they done
But I hate my life
Count yourselves lucky
She will get it before I die
I will kill her
She almost killed me: (
Let off the hook
That’s what she got
This messed up world
Let me see
Sucks
And yet I live to tell the tale
mmmmm?
I'd rather not
It’s hard to make friends
It’s hard to live my life
Until my time will come
Maybe my next attempt
I walk a lonely road
Waiting for a new friend
But to be never discovered.
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