We Lay Strangers

First there were ten. And she loved them all, she really did.
Then there were nine. She didnt have enough time to miss him.
Then there were eight. She never saw it coming.
Then there was one. She missed them so much, she still does, if there's any part of her left. She wishes she had died then.
Then there were six. Seven, really, but she never felt at home with them. They never trusted her. She misses him though.
And then there were none.