My Special Friend Poem by Juggalette Missa

In the dark of my room,
where i stay feeling so gloom,
i have a special friend,
shes not very ordinary,
some even call her imaginary,
but i believe shes real,
she wears a ripped up dress
with blk boots that have razor sharp heals,
she has long black straight hair
that covers her stitches that are acrossed
her eyes and mouth,
so all the evil shes has done wont come out,
there dark circles around her eyes,
from all the nights that she has cried, and
bihind her back she hold a bloody butcher knife,
which she has used to take many lifes,
my friend is named tabetha...
she may be fake,
she may be dead,
but if your not careful,
she might take your head!