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.”