My name is Vicky, will Victoria
And I've been dead for 17 years
My story never really began
My life was over before it started
I was born a failure
No believe me it's true
I was never smart or pretty enough
Tall or short enough
Big or small enough
Dark or light enough
THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG
One day I was at home
I heard the door, my step dad
To the closet I ran my twin brother was there
I heard screens and gun shots
The for swung open
He was there
I became my brothers shield
But SD was the successor
I landed across the room
Pushing him back
Gunpoint I was at
One second I was up
The next I was in my brothers arms
Last thing I remember
He was being dragged away
And the ding from the clock
Stroke of midnight
Happy birthday
I died at 18 but have been dead long before
My brother is now an adult
Does he know why I did it?
Do he known my legacy?
**Do you think Victoria died for nothing?**
YOU ARE READING
Words of 1000 lost children
PoezjaThis is a book of poems written by @_alyyboo and I and they are based on the lives of characters we've created in our minds. Some of which are based off of people we know in real life and their somewhat tragic tales. The number 1000 is not an exagge...
