The writings on the wall
are not from the hands of life
instead they are written
by a death-bound fall

she slit her wrists once again
with a friend she'd found so comforting
within the kitchen drawer
the end slowly begins

she took the prescriptions
and took them glady
more than she'd ever need
now she fits the typical description

"another troubled teen dies"
the headlines say
but she grips the knife tighter
when you ignore her obvious cries

weeks before, she'd been plastered
stumbled in way too late
passed out on the bathroom floor
you just walked right past her

when emily was bleeding
through her eyes
on her face
you found it appeasing

she'd slowly grown thin
and more plae
only from hatred
for every minor sin

her eyes grown dim
and fell into her face
she smiled a broken smile
a dead, blank grin

others knew she was hated
for many reasons
she'd been looked down upon
for stupid things, like who she dated

the questions remain
sound in your head
Emily's gone now
from regret, you cant refrain

 
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