Miles Away

• Zoë Aldridge, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

your gonna kill yourself 
and all I can do 
is tell you no, 
I can't physically take the bottle our of your hand 
and replace it with my heart
If you were here I would
But if you leave me tonight
My wall will be painted red
Along with the voices in my head
Stay with me
For as long as you can
And I'll hold your hand 
A step at a time we may trip on our laces
But I'll never forget your face
You saved me from myself
as you kissed the ugly scars on my wrist
You held me close while I wept my night away,
Your saved me from myself