by Kayla Jan 31, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
other
Tears came down from the little girls face she didnt want to look at her own daddys face. Lying on the bed so skinny and sick, with holes in his side where the bullets had hit. He would lay there and cry in agony in pain hoping to die without having to stay. |
by Amanda
Awwwwwwwwwwww sooooooo saddd!!!!!!!!! cant believe you didnt tell me about this poem! |