you took me forgranted,
like you will with her,
you took my heart and stomped it,
you tore it then you burned it,
i feel if you do that to her,
you wont live to tell,
the tourcherous chamber,
that you call a heart,
is a black hole,
if you break her,
i will break you,
she is,
in every way,
my little sister,
my life is trash because of what you put me throuh,
the only thing i wanted was to love you,
but you cant handle love,
so you take the worst turn,
you take my best friend and let her burn,
she really did love you,
more than words can explaine,
but you left her,
called her plain,
your an a** hole,
cause of what you do,
i hope tou die,
and roll into a hole,
we loved you together,
but you hurt us both,
just one question,
why my best friend?
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I would like to translate this poem
The love game can hurt much and many. [ but is love a game? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]