Your murdered me; 
At the soul.
You made me weak in the knee; 
you f*cking troll.
You made it seem I did nothing right; 
your the reason I stayed up and cried.
You made me to weak to fight; 
your the reason that I died.
Your a murderer.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    