My friends are dying
They're being hurt
They're treated like dirt
It's suicide
It's accidents
It's murder
I want them to be happy
I need them to be
Who they used to be
i really wish the world is cured of these...suicides accidents murders....and there r only friends around
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aw. i feel sorry for your friends that sounds really harsh and i hope that things get better (if thats a true story) best wishes, -curly