My Partner in Crime

She's just barely 17,
with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.
Her room is now her dungeon, where she will no longer have to disguise her saddened heart.
Tonight she's taking her one way ticket,
and it's almost time to depart.
Popping pills, getting high, and downing it all with an alcohol bottle,
she picks up the phone one last time to say her goodbye to me.
I'm shaking and crying, I don't want her to go.
What will I ever do without her, my partner in crime, my best friend?
How can she just walk away from it all?
I was always there to catch her when she would fall.
What's so different about this time?
Why can't we just go for a car ride like we used to do when we were sad?
I beg her to hold on until I get there.
..Please don't go..