I went missing,
but you wont see my face on
the local news, or on a newpaper,
with a description of my weight, height, and
what I was wearing that day.
Because honestly I don't even remember
when I went missing.
I'm not just missing, but I'm also lost.
I'm everything but nothing to anybody.
I've just had to come in
compliance with my lonliness and
learn to never speak about it.
When will I come back? I can’t
handle being on my own this much longer.
The pain and scars linger in my chest
and on my thighs as they heal and ache
