LUCKY ONE WANNABES

by EMILY

If I said I
needed help
would you give it
to me?
Could you really
look past
my power of
invisibility?
It seems that when
it comes
to the truth, it’s all
been swallowed.
But no matter how much
I take in I still
feel hollow.
I don’t know why
my thoughts
make me feel so
empty.
These days it
seems sleeping
is the
only remedy.
I tell them I
wasn’t crying because
that would
be crazy.
I say I’m just
tired,
that I’m sick, now
my stomach
hurts.
There’s a pain
in my chest I
feel it about
to burst.
Happy endings are
only for
the lucky
ones.
But even those have
faded so we’re
left with
reruns.
We’re left with
fortune seeking, lucky one
wannabes.