you think she’s so happy
just look harder
she’s already half gone



look just look
into her sunken eyes
and her dead smiles



but now it’s too late to look
because she’s
fully gone

“Are you okay?”
“Are you eating?”
“How’s school?”
“Did you handle your family issues?”
“Is it true that your crazy?”
“Who was that?”
“Where’s your dad?”
“Are you judging me?”
“Are you anxious?”
“Do you have mental health issues?”
“How are you doing?”
“Are you back to your old self yet?”
“Do you realize we’re not equals?”
“Are doing alright?”
“Are you sure?”

I hide away from the world, yet I expect someone to be my miracle and find me?

If I was lost
Could I  find my way home?

If I was found
Would I even want to go home?