is this poem good.

The guy
by Heather

As I lye in my bed thinking about you.She didnt do anything. We were just walking home from a party. I cant stop thinking about what you did to her. You grabbed her and started beating her with your fist. You sliced her leg with your saw. I didnt know what to do I just stood there in shock while I watched you hurt her. I tried to scream for help but nothing came out. Then I saw you start to slam her head on the ground and shake her until she was dead. Then you left. Why did you hurt her why couldnt you hurt me instead. She was only 12 years old. Why. Why did you take my friend.
This poem is not true its just something I wrote.