Where did she go?
Not anywhere far.
Not a stranger’s house,
a bus stop,
or a get away car.
She stayed nearby
but yet, she didn’t really
She wasn’t here to begin with
She was gone from the start,
but merely.
Her feelings shrank
the amount of drugs flooded
and her tears were what kept her afloat
with her wrists and thighs blooded.
They sat in her room, listening to sobs
of her drunken mother
and her sleep deprived father
hoping she’d come back
even though every second, she became farther.
She was beautiful
brown eyes and a smile
but she never stayed for a long while
They would ask where she was
how she acted, what she was drawn to
they didn’t have an answer other than
“She’s gone.”
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Where did she go?
Not anywhere far.
Not a stranger’s house,
a bus stop,
or a get away car.
She stayed nearby
but yet, she didn’t really
She wasn’t here to begin with
She was gone from the start,
but merely.
Her feelings shrank
the amount of drugs flooded
and her tears were what kept her afloat
with her wrists and thighs blooded.
They sat in her room, listening to sobs
of her drunken mother
and her sleep deprived father
hoping she’d come back
even though every second, she became farther.
She was beautiful
brown eyes and a smile
but she never stayed for a long while
They would ask where she was
how she acted, what she was drawn to
they didn’t have an answer other than
“She’s gone.”
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