Picking Daisies (Book #1, Emily's story)

Chapter Seventeen

"Just an average girl,
she always wore a smile.
She was cheerful and happy for a short while.
Now she's older things are getting colder.
Life's not what she though, she wished someone had told her.
She told you she was down, you let it slip by.
She told herself she was alright but she was telling white lies.
Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes.
Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night but she knew there was no chance of feeling alright.
Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves, 'cause those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see.
She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it.
Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it.
She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed.
She had no friends at school, all alone she sat, and if someone where to notice she would blame the cat.
But those cuts on her wrist, there was no mistake.
But no one cared enough to save her from the self hate.
Things where going down, never really up.
And here she is now, stuck in this stupid rut.
She knew exactly what she had to do next, just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck.
She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild,
'Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?'
But she knew her parents weren't the ones to blame.
It was the world that should bow down it's head in shame.
She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon.
Just to think, it'll all be over soon.
The chair fell down as she took her final breath.
It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death.
Her mum walks in, she falls down to the floor, and now nothing can take back what she just saw.
The little girl she raised is just hanging there, her body's pale and her face is violently bare.
She sees the note and unfolds it with care.
All she does is stare,
'How can this be fair?'
She starts reading as the tears roll down her face.
'I'm sorry mum, but this world is just not my place. I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in. I've come to realize this world's full of sins. There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space. I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race. It's a disgrace, I was misplaced. Born in the wrong time, and in the wrong place.'
It's ok now, 'cause you'll see me soon.
You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon.
As it shines bright throughout the night.
And remember everyone's facing their own fight.
But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter.
You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter.
So let the world know I died in vain.
'Cause the world around me is the one to blame.
And I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone.
'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on.
That's what they use to tell me, all those kids at school.
So I'm going by the law, majority rules.
My presence on this earth is not needed any longer, and if anything, I hope this makes you stronger.
You're the best friend that I ever had, such a shame I had to make you so very sad.
Just remember that you meant everything to me and to my heart, you're the one that held the key.
Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write.
And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight.
I'm watching over you from the clouds above, and sending down the purest and whitest dove, to watch over you and be my helpful eye.
So this is it world...

Goodbye."