The phone call I hoped to never get
"She's missing! We can't find her! Do you know any of her friends?"
My heart races and all I can say is no
My mind goes through all of the possibilities.
Was she kidnapped?
Was she dead?
Where is she?
Why won't she answer me!?
A second phone call
"We found her."
Then the phone disconnects
And I shudder
Later I find out
That you were on some guys bike
And that you weren't kidnapped
But a runaway.
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Dear Someone
PoetryJust some thoughts of a lost girl. Just gonna put this out there but my very first poem is very dark and very scary. I, in no way, shape or form encourage anorexia and self harming. A lot of my poems come from the bad times I've been going through...
