One conversation.
One motive.
“I’ll always be there for you”.
“Yeah, no matter what”.
She knew what this meant.
She knew how to prove it.
They appreciated her.
She was true to them.
She was an innocent child.
With a soft pure heart.
She wanted them to prove it too.
But they were all liars.
Whoever said they’ll be there,
For her, left.

She died of her kindness.flower rubble