a writer should nerver bare this pain an outcast love is just a gain this is not a poem of the last this is the poem of my past mother mother im sick of ur lieing u sit and u stand watch my brother dieing how could u why would u I DONT CARE IF UR CRIEING stop crieing because i dont care look at my brother 16 and already dieng its ur fault ur to blame u have a mind of a criminal brain u should be ashamed STOP LIEING STOP CRIEING DONT U SEE THAT MY BROTHER IS DIEING I HATE U I HATE I DONT CARE IF U CRY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND JUST ******** DIE im leaving ill see tomarrow and this is my writers sorrow
gohst_ninja654 · Wed Apr 23, 2008 @ 07:52pm · 1 Comments |