Yeah no

I lost everything. My life formed into words on a piece of metal.

Yet that piece of metal contained my sancturary.

My escape to write what I couldn't let out to the world around me.

Stolen.

My heart, feelings, and safe haven taken from me.

Yeah, it was just a phone. But on that phone I had every piece that made me, me.

You can take my contacts, my facebook, my instagram, my snapchat, I

Don't. Care. But please don't take my notes because in them were poems.

Poems I can never write again and you took that from me.

I hope you are happy because I'm not.