*this is a true story about my relitive*
Beck was a good girl...
K is for the way how I feel when I want to KILL,
I is for the way how I wish my life was just never...
Everything is wrong,
Nothing seems so right...
I'm sitting here thinking,
Why does this have to be...
Your the girl
that ruined my life...
My friends try to help me,
Like their meant to do...
I live with my hate and with all my anger
For the day I regret, I led you to danger...
Blood mixed with tears
on a girl of sixteen years...
Sofar right now,
I have a pistol in my hand...
This poem put a tear in my eye,
So deep it was it made me cry...
Drown away the pain
Live within a hole...
You'll always be remembered
its you for who we'll pray...