My Dear Friend...

When i used to have a friend
she was funny and nice,
but now she is being eaten away
by tiny little mice.

Because she always did one thing
that would always be painful,
it was just a bad habit
but she always felt shameful.

Every day she was in the bathroom
putting dry fingers in her throat,
puking everything she ate
in a little coat.

The coat she always wore to keep
the cuts from showing,
the one i gave to her on christmas
the one she used for blowing.

Now every night she'd do this
no matter what anyone said,
she just couldn't help it
before she went to bed.

After a while she felt very sick
she got so ill i was scared,
but she still threw up every night
all i did was stare.

Finally she passed away
through all the pain she did,
i felt like it was my fault
she was barried by a lid.

The lid resembled our friendship
it meant we'd never be split up,
and we'll always be together
no matter what happens to us.