I knew her better than any of you And maybe her less I know not when she died Or how she went But it seems she just faded away Slowly and peacefully Perhaps she isn't fully dead And she'll make special cameos But are the dead ever really gone? She was someone I thought I could call friend She wasn't She was mean and cold She couldn't stand herself She was hateful and hot headed And was incapable of love Because she had little-- If any-- Self-respect Her heart was broken long before I thought to save her She always went for the abusive ones No matter where she went Because she thought that was love She was sarcastic and blunt To the point of defensive Because she was scared Even I could hardly love her But I did I say she wasn't a friend But that's a half-lie She was definitely the Back-stabbing kind She was the girl you didn't want To be with And my image is stained Because of that I was closer to her than anyone of you Yet I was also the furthest away She somehow managed to receive genuine love But now she is a ghost Cleaning out the hole in her throat In my bathroom sink She can linger for a while I don't mind Eventually I'll tell her to disappear To pack her bags and leave So, Miss Samantha Marie Moore From the kingdom of Self-Loathe and Negativity, Rest in Peace Because you've ******* me over enough And I am done Bathing in your aura