Do you love me,
or do you not...

What is so horrible, you can't even think?
what slices you up...

I'm from my small-town pool,
Brothers and sisters being cruel...

He was so young.
He had no choice...

Time again to hear the tale,
the tale which i know so well...

Tears.
Capsules of sadness...

My crimson liquid,
flows so freely...

Just like the flu,
I hate you...

When I'm mad,
i think of you...

I feel so angry,
I want to leave...

I quiver and shake,
I'm like an earthquake...

*This poem was written as a story for a picture.*
He warned her about the book...