Look at this picture. You looked so pretty. I mean you're pretty now but back then, wow! You could look like that again if you wanted to. But I guess that was taken a while ago. Back when you were alive. You dont need to do something nice for me. In fact you dont have to be nice all the time cuz to me it seems like you're covering, hiding something or expecting something in return. I never thought I would feel this way towards you. I never thought this could be your life, back when you were alive. You hear the way that man talks to her? He calls her names. Talks to her as if he's God and she's nothing. But then again isnt he unemployed? homeless? Cant give her anything she needs, let alone deserves. Like a lady deserves that is. Her father always treated her right. Proved he loved and could provide. He loved her mom and his baby girl. Doesnt she work two jobs? pays the bills? Cleans the home and thats the way he treats her? wow!what went wrong? You could ask that question over and over again. Tell this bitch she's stupid for ever allowing this to happen. Allowing her crayon to slip. Killing herself slowly, her heart skips beats. Without even knowing he falls to the ground. No strength in hearing those words about how pretty she is or how everything bad in his life is her fault. She reaches for help, he slaps her hand and laughs. I watched her die. He allowed it. She saw it coming, why? Well I'll never know the answer cuz the girl who would have fought slipped away, she burned underneath a tree. She visits herself everyday. She begs for forgiveness, wishes she could go back.Give it all again. I know this because its the one that died. How I would have done it all over. Different that is, if I were still alive.