***This poem is made by my sister who's very sick...
You're having such a pretty face...

Love is special
Love is not a game...

Smiling a smile that doesn't mean anything
Going through the motions of living...

God,
you took my angel...

Time is passing by,
Inside I slowly die...

Don't let your broken heart keep forever mending,
And miss out on love that's never ending...

The time has come,
It's heavy on my heart...

For you love's just a game,
you aways pretended you felt the same...

Whenever you need me I'll be there.
I want you to know that I truly care...

I’ve been crying on my bed,
Thinking about all the words you said...

*** This really happened, after you read it, think...
Life sucks...

Why useless force?
Why shooting with guns on doors...