There once was a child.
Her name was the same as a gem.
One day she thought she fell inlove.
A boy who used to be her friend.
He told her she was fat and ugly.
She cut herself, and starved herself.
She made a best friend.
She fell inlove with that best friend.
But that best friend and others made everyone turn against her.
That best friend made her feel loved then broke her heart.
She was left with no one and felt afraid.
She went to college to be better.
She fell back inlove with that best friend.
And her best friend loved her again.
But her best friend couldn't give her what she needed.
Something she needed to live.
She found someone else who could maybe give her this.
She still loved her best friend.
This someone else gave her this.
But then it broke.
She was left again with no one.
Afraid.
She wanted to die.
She tried to die.
Then the girl made a new friend again.
One she thought who cared.
This friend made her do things she didn't want to, or she'd have no one.
These things made her feel disgusting.
Her best friend saved her again.
She was better.
She thought she was better.
She wasn't.
She still isn't.
She's empty.