She's not gone but losing herself rather
Slowly, badly
In pains she can't stop and
Screams she can't let out.

From a daughter who wished someone knew.

now I send letters into space
Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down
And recognise you from the descriptions in my poems
That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you,
There is a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to
     -Sarah Kay

Blue skies.
They were your favorite.

When the sky resembled
the ocean and it was full of clouds.

They were your sanctuary.
Looking up whenever in distress
or confusion.

No matter how hard someone tried
to give you something that wasnt blue, they would always fail.

Blue was your happy colour; your calm colour. You look at it when you cry,when in anger and in need of cheering up.

But for some reason, you always make an exception for the blazing fiery sunsets.

They're so far apart from blue,
but you stay outside to
enjoy it anyway.