im 15 almost 16 my mom just recenly died..im taking it really hard still she was like my best friend. |
This poem is about my grandma who suffered for...
God saw that mom was getting old...
You committed a crime called suicide,
you took to many pills just so you could die...
Life was great intell she died,
She left without saying goodbye...
You commited a crime called suacide.
You took to many pills just so you could die...
When things fall apart they fall so hard you can never put the peaces back together again. |