It's 3 a.m, she's wide awake,
Everyone else is dead asleep.
In tears,
She tries to find someone to talk to.
None of her friends care..
The guy she likes isn't answering.
There's no one left.
So she sits in her room,
Drowning in her own tears.
She finds herself with a bottle of pills,
Takes one, two, four, twenty, fourty-seven, eighty-six..
In the morning everyone checks their phones,
She said good-bye to everyone over text,
But left a note for the only one who helped her.
No one could figure out why she took her life..
But the one who always helped her knew why.
{a.t.b}