His Toy

I had a best friend that was madly in love,
She needed someone to talk to she needed a hug.
I told her he was a loser and not to worry.
Her time would come don't be in a hurry.
She cried and cried and was so depressed.
She never smiled she couldn't handle the stress.
She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
She thought for a minute and then took her life.
Over some boy she is now dead.
I kept her pillow that laid in her bed.
I slept with that pillow every night.
When I thought about her I squeezed that pillow tight.
I knew she would protect me and talk in my dreams.
She was my best friend, everything to me.
She took her own life over some stupid boy.
She should've know she was only his toy.