You killed her
You made her suffer in pain
You took her life
Her dreams you drained
She was shot but
It didnt kill her
it just made her suffer
made her beg and cry for help
They cut her up
you watched her blood drip
out of her chest
and onto the floor
She had the smiles of happy child
You killed that smile
Her face had spoken innocence
You killed her voice
She knew not one thing of the love
yet she hopelessly fell for your lie
all I have left to say is...
You will pay if its the last thing I do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem