I was young.
Innocent and free.
But she hurt me.
Took it all away.
My life.
My friends.
My hopes and dreams.
At first the people.
They seemed to care.
That I was dead.
But no.
Nobody did.
They never made her pay.
For what she did.
To me.
And I want.
To be remembered.
But I am not.
I am just.
A forgotten angel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem