...

Her nails were black,
Her friends wern't back.
She kept to herself,
and not anybody else.

She made up lies,
And had allabys.
She was just dangling there,
with her long black hair.

She felt the fire,
She felt the rage,
Yet she kept living everyday.

Her eyes were as blue,
as the deep blue sea.
Her smile was as pretty,
as a kitty.