Emily

She sits by herself everyday
With her music blasting
She sits alone- no friends at all
So her pain is lasting

Her name is Emily
But no one really knows
They all just call her "hey you"
So the story goes

Emily writes stories
And she likes to sing
In fact she is very talented
At almost everything

Emily has a secret;
A very scary one
When she is home alone
The battles just begun

Emily likes to drink
And she likes to pop pills
It sometimes helps her think
And it is a cheap thrill

There are no consequences
Is what she tells herself
As she stumbles around the kitchen
Digging through the shelf

I remember the last day I saw her
I can remember the look in her eyes
Almost as if they were sparkling
It took me by surprise

The next day was so shocking
They told me she was dead
They found a bottle of sleeping pills,
Underneath the bed

I wish I could have been there
I wish she could have seen
That loneliness is not a game
And death is not a dream.