And she come to class

Her head hung low

Her limbs like toothpicks

Her hair like straw


Her hidden face

A ghost

She sits in the back

Proceeding to daydream

As the teacher

Lectures useless algebra


Her body

Or what was left of it

Stays perched in the desk

But her soul travels

Somewhere else

Perhaps somewhere

That could nourish her

Give warmth

Shield her from the pain

Or so I hoped


I wanted to help

To fix her

To save her from her self

But she was already

Too gone




Wow that was deep, I liked the line "proceeding to daydream as the teacher lectures useless algebra" I think I could really relate to that.

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