The Girl Next Door

She looks in the mirror,
Despises what she sees,
No-one there to dull her pain,
Or put her mind at ease.

No wonder she has no boyfriend,
No wonder she has no friends,
Purple hair and skinny jeans,
Don't exactly follow the trends.

As tears cascade down her cheeks,
She thinks of the little bottle,
Ready to take away her pain,
She walks over, full throttle.

But pauses as she sees,
The little pills in her hand,
She thinks of her mother,
Her brother, her dad.

She wants them to know she's sorry,
And that it's not their fault,
She couldn't go through life like this,
Unable to stand tall.

She doesn't know that in the next house,
A boy lies unconscious on the floor,
After taking those same few pills,
All because he loves the girl next door.