I hate how you couldn't see

What you did to me. 

The way my heart shattered

When you were with him.

I wanted you to be with me,

And hold my hand in the halls. 

I was your first friend,

I was eight years old,

and everyone around me was dying. 

I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't

understand what war was. 

Now I'm twenty-six,

and everyone around me is dying