November is dead now I am lost.

We found her in the bathroom in the dorms

There was blood all over the wall

She used to say she tried to slit her wrists

But there were no scars and we knew she was lying

She was only talking about the future

We all saw it coming

I remember when we were both seven

She only answered to Arabelle and

She only wanted to make everyone happy

She was twenty-three when I was sixteen

She was beautiful and angry

She chainsmoked and swore at strangers

And laughed at nothing and cried at stars

Now I ask her what to do and

She just lies there limply