Her

October 19, 2017

The pencil fiddled in in my fingers

as the sounds of my peers roared behind me.

The teacher at the board,

Kids impatiently waiting for the bell to ring,

I was a freshman, but She was

just a freshman.

Her phone filled with notifications

And She was always gone

Whether it was at home or school

She was just a freshman

Even if He hadn't been a senior

I didn't like the way he touched her

Because it was always her fault

I despised what he sweetly whispered in her ears

Because it changed her

And I definitely hated when he called her

Because my friend no longer

Was someone I could find

No matter how many times

I pulled her from the darkness

That ate her whole

She would return to the very hell

She escaped from

And I was left in thought

As she was made a story

Of a girl who couldn't escape

The sweet whispers which caged her up

Running away only to escape an unfair life

And Oh God,

God, I prayed that wherever she had gone

Please let her have been able to have a chance

To separate from those whisperers

And meet a better man

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