This is a poem,
About the day she died...

The room began to spin,
The blood began to pour...

You're not worth tears,
You're not worth being upset...

They picked on her,
And thought it was cool...

No-one looked at what she did,
Or listened to what she said...

10 things I hate about you,
I don't know where to start...

She hid behind a plastic smile,
Though tears welled in her eyes...

Her eyes are red and watery,
Her skin is pale and white...