Theres a fire burning
down the road
smoke fills the air
feel your stomach
Turning turning turning
But the fire keeps burning
There is one small thing
no one truly
truly does know
that this isn't a real fire
this isn't something you see
it's that burning in your
heart the feeling of a broken heart
its the girl in the bathroom
thirty sleeping pills
the girl in her closet
rope around her neck
the girl in her bedroom
gun to her head
the girl in the bathtub
razor blade to wrist
it's that girl
don't call her stupid
no do not call her dumb
she may look it
but she really is not
this is her life this is her pain
do you ever feel that fire
she wants to leave
not because of you
no not because of me
because the fire
it's burning her heart
there isn't much left
she needs help
she needs love
please don't just stand there
she needs you yes you
someone somewhere
they need you to be there for them
in their time of need
take them by the hand
hold them close
tell them you love them
because if you don't
they might be gone
before you know it
This poem is now dedicated to Jessica Ann Homan
sincerely Emily