So I guess I will right a poem about my best friend.
Her name is Em.
We go to church Wednesday nights.
Last time she sat towards my right.
She always has something interesting to say.
Is entertaining on boring days.
The first person I text in the morning.
Sometimes she writes first without warning.
She's the last person I text at night.
She helped show me the light.
Filled up my depressed life.
Never picked up a backstabbing knife.
Yes I completely trust her.
She makes me want to walk into the light further.
In a world full of hate and crime.
She makes everything alright and fine.
Yes she is Emily.
All to wish a friend could be.
I would never ask her to change.
Her mind need not rearrange.
She is perfect the way she is.
Thank you so much miss.
You crazy woman who stuck by my side.
Even when I was terrified.
I had been scared that you would judge but you never did.
You make me smile like a little kid.
Thanks for being there.
You with the short hair.
I wait for you every day.
But wordless I can never figure out what to say.
I guess that's okay though.
All I know.
Is your my friend Emily.
You are someone who actually sees.
Right through my shield.
Seeing what's real.
Thank you again.
I love you you crazy woman!!!

Controlling.
My thoughts always rolling.
Yeah I can be a bit crazy.
Never any maybe.
I don't need help.
Never going to yelp.
Even though I scream inside.
The real fears I hide.
Her, she is everything.
Everything who will never be.
Never be mine.
I guess we can see with time.
Maybe in the end.
Everything might work out.
Until then I wait.
I love you.

So I'll begin simple and sweet.
She was a beautiful girl and deeply loved.
One day she lost the light in her eyes. Internally she started to die.
We all stood in shock.
All we could do was watch.
Watch as she minimized her food intake and payed attention to calories. I'd cook her favorite meals but she'd just say no thank you.
I held her close one night.
Little did I know that that night was the last.
The last night I would ever see her glassy blue eyes.
Ever wipe the tears she cried. Sweeping her hair out of her face I began to say... Darling, you have to stop.
Look at what your doing to yourself. You've lost over ninty pounds.
You are turning to dust and won't make it much longer.
What do I have to do to help you be stronger.
I've tried it all but every idea just falls. I love you so much baby.
Stop please.
She did stop in the end.
She stopped living.