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

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

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

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

Crouched in a corner,
Head in her hands...

He bit my neck,
Until it was bleeding and sore...

You said you'd never leave me,
You said I'd never be on my own...

If she disappeared,
If one day, she just wasn't there...