is this any good? its called my love, mr life.

i remember tracing the tape around your broken body,
why did they take you,
you were just a boy,
fourteen years old,
starting life,
venturing into the world of new experinces and pleasures,
new ideas and new feelings,
it kills me to see you this way,
and now they say i most go and try to ease the pain,
the pain of losing my love,
my life.