The school bus driver was mental,
the seats always cramped and crowded.
You sat by me hesitantly,
but soon it became daily.
We laughed about the crazy ride,
and joked about possibly dying.
You were so easy to talk to,
and it was like you were sent from heaven.

I don't know what made me
open my heart to you.
I spilled everything out,
trying to rid myself of the darkness.
But still I feared you would run.
Evil things are meant to stay hidden.
But through everything, you stayed.
You would sit and listen,
and I learned what it was like
to have someone to lean on.

Since that day,
I have never been so thankful.
You don't get angry,
no matter what sentences I speak.
You've been there through the tears,
and the agonizing flashbacks.
Who would have thought
that a bus could create best friends?
But you're more than that,
aren't you?
We're soul sisters,
and I can never thank you enough
for saving my life.