My name is Ashlee, and I am thirteen,
And this is the story about the time my boyfriend hurt me.
Dreams of you is what i have left,
Few photos, memories that you bereave.
Memories of us holding hands, and in love.
Nightmares of me that you would shove
As i close my eyes for one last time,
Your not the kind of guy i thought would do such a horrible crime.
As tears fill my eyes,
And cuts on my arm remind me of the horrible times
You hurt me once,
And the time that you made me cry in an instance.
Broken Dreams,
Long night Cries,
Hurtful Screams
The times you\\\\\\\'ve made me wonder why
My name is Ashlee, I am thirteen and last night my boyfriend murdered me.
