Watch the blood pour from my wrist
See as it drips from my fist...

Verse 1:
You're lying in bed...

I hate the way you look at me
The way you stop and stare...

I never knew how much I'd miss you
Until I couldn't see...

Why did I let you see me cry?
It's a sign of weakness in my eyes...

This is my poem for ROMEO AND JULIET....
Pained in Hell and soaked in blood...

I wrote this for a friend who wanted me to write a...
Just another girl living through the pain...

Someone said you're out there
Somewhere...

This is my favorite poem ever, it's by Bob Frank...
I remember growing up like it was yesterday...