whoaaa! scary but nice:s well i didnt write this poem but.. it kinda got to me when i read it: Died For Love I sit in the park where I dwell, For this boy I love so well. He took my heart away from me, Now he wants to set me free. I see a girl on his lap, He says things to her he never said to me. I ran home to cry on my bed, Not a word to mother was said. Father came home late that night, He looked at me from left to right. He saw me hanging from a rope, He took his knife to cut me down. And on my dress a note was found: Dig my grave, Dig it deep. Dig my grave, From head to feet. And on the top place a dove. And remember this, I died for love... -- unknown spring's here.. hyaa tara kasto depressing!