I went to the store bought white roses, your favorite. Then went to your grave.
I promised myself I wouldn't cry, but who was I kidding. I cried and threw the flowers down. Ran back to my car.
Something clicked inside me. Anger.
I remember in the note it said people where cyberbullying you. I pulled out my phone and went to your pages on Instagram, nothing on there. Twitter, nothing. Then, I remember this one app you said once, you mumbled it.
I typed it on the App Store, downloaded and typed your username you use for all your social media apps and there you were. 60k followers.
I saw a mean comment on something of yours, I then typed..
"Damn you! You made her do this. It's your fault bambi."
I stopped. Did I just type my name..
I needed to see someone. I need someone to talk too. I, just, I feel like Benny and I didn't help her.
I went home and sat in my bathroom with a blade in hand.
One slice, two slice,
drip, drip, drip.
