Once there was a little soul,
Who thought life was full of joy.
She believed nothing could go wrong,
But she was surely mistaken.
It was soon, the little soul realized,
She felt a sadness not many understood.
She noticed she begun to stare at knives,
Scissors, Gerbers, and Teeth alike.
The little soul was scared,
For she did not know how to stop.
It was then a light shone in the dark,
And the family, whom tried their best to keep her sane,
Relished in the sight of hope.
The little soul had found a friend.
Little soul, little friend,
Hung out only on the web.
They drew, played, and talked with one another,
And the little soul became happier.
Soon, however, the little soul,
Regained the fading sadness.
She did what she knew was not right,
And locked herself in her room to use that knife.
The family did not know.
The little soul told no one,
Not even her friend.
But soon her dear Therapist,
Learned what she had done.
Her friend noticed she seemed sadder,
So the little soul told.
Her sadness did not stay long.
Little soul, little friend.
Both will look out for one another.
They're best friends through and through,
But maybe they will become True.
~Yasamin...~
~Will you be my True Friend?~
