My murderer is this girl named Ana
She starved me to my grave
My heart finally stopped beating
I just couldn't continue being brave
YOU ARE READING
Relationship With Ana
PoetryI found this on Tumblr and I thought that it would make a good story. Unfortunatly I dont really have time for it right now so instead I just put down the poem. I am going to make this into a book but my hands are full right now.
