I saw his Facebook picture, met for chat,
And then the two of us said that was that :
Except the world can always change online.
(I knew that already from his Rosaline.)
I felt the Capulets and Montagues
Were always asking the two of us to choose.
And all we wanted was the sweet IM
To jolt us in our bed at 3 A.M.
Have you been bullied? That’s what it was like:
The dread of all of the comments on the wall,
The feeling that they’ll get you, one and all.
When he thought I was dead, it killed his soul.
I had to kill myself, and for his sake.
Now people can make comments: “Like. Dislike.”
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