Lonely became her friend
She was tired of people who were always talking behind her back.
You’d see her chatting with her friend Lonely through paper.
She’d write down everything she felt.
She found another friend, Knife
She’d draw some lines on her arm with a knife
“It feels good,” she said
“It makes me smile, I even feel better.”
She found another friend, Rope
She drew lines on her whole body
She took a rope and hanged herself
She was found dead, swimming in her own pool of blood.
She thought she was happy alone
Lonely silently killed her
She was backstabbed by her own friends.