Star-crossed Lovers

Okay, so I already have this poem up on my page. MY original. MY work. MY poem. I decided to Google it just to see if maybe it would turn up anywhere. I'm furious but kind of honored at the same time that some puta took my poem and made it her own. Seriously, have some respect. And have some decency to at least ASK to use my content. It even contains the SAME typo I made. This is ridiculous. -_- Anyway, here's my poem, to refresh any memories.

Face down and out cold
lays her corpse, two days old.
She grasps a blade so tight.
She cut her arm with all her might.
She let her blood run out.
No effort made for a pleading shout.
This time she didn't want a hero.
She just let her heart rate drop to zero.
She cried to sleep far too much.
She craved eternal slumber from the knife she clutched.
This time there was no turning back.
There was no time waste; no time to slack.
She left a note for her love to see.
It read "Our love could never be."