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