2004 Poetry - Because She's Lost
She awaits in her room one night,
Twisting and turning on her bed in fright.
She doesn't want to feel it again.
She wants things to go to where they've been.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
One day after class the teacher calls to her,
He asks, what's that scar just beneath your shirt?
She pulls away saying nothing is wrong.
When everything hasn't been all along.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
Coming home one morning from the daily chores,
She finds the blood soaked all over the floors.
And she runs but a hand reaches out,
Muffling the screams so they're not too loud.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
Written: December 31st, 2004
Twisting and turning on her bed in fright.
She doesn't want to feel it again.
She wants things to go to where they've been.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
One day after class the teacher calls to her,
He asks, what's that scar just beneath your shirt?
She pulls away saying nothing is wrong.
When everything hasn't been all along.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
Coming home one morning from the daily chores,
She finds the blood soaked all over the floors.
And she runs but a hand reaches out,
Muffling the screams so they're not too loud.
Because she's lost,
Mentally,
Always searching the cause.
And she feels scared,
More and more every time.
What's my place?
Outside?
Please tell it to my face!
That she cries,
Left behind.
Written: December 31st, 2004