My best friend.

by Emily   Aug 3, 2007


My best friend.
Was a smart girl.
Fell in love with the wrong kidds.
And gave her a whirl.

She loved this kidd.
And he was great.
And they were in love.
I sweat he was her soul mate.

But after nine months.
He got bored.
And left her.
She lost her world.

A best friend to so many.
Through her heart away.
And now she sad.
Every minute of every day.

So with a razor and a knife.
She writes her notes.
And gives god her life.

As her mother finds her.
Her dead body on the floor.
She blames herself
You hear a cry in that house once more.

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