I stay up late
thinkin' bout you,
Cryin' myself to sleep,
and nobody cares.
But when it happens people care,
They wonder why I'm just lying there...DEAD...all still in that box... I have some kind of a wound in my head with a puddle of blood all around!!
Now the people start to care, but it's just to late!!
If only they could have seen her to what she could have been..
but now all they see is a young lady that gave up her life for love!!
*Please Rate* Not the best poem in the world but it will do!!!
