Feelings

To Whom It May Concern

To whom it may concern

My daughter will not attend school today,

She is ill,

Her mind infected,

Her soul demented.

She complains of her heart,

With her unsettling gaze,

She stares at the wall,

Resonating nothing but shame.

Her eyes sunken in,

Her lips chapped and split,

I had no way of knowing,

That her smile no longer fit.

Every time a pin drops,

You see her quiver,

I don't know how I was unaware,

The way she lives with this brutality,

In this horror of a reality.

He seemed like a nice boy,

But now all he does is torment,

My sweet little girl,

Whose pride is bent.

He roams your halls,

He haunts our dreams,

He feeds off her suffering,

He is everywhere we've been.

Place her broken heart in a box,

Pour her tears in a glass,

He owns them both,

All she has left is the aftermath.

Look at your daughter,

Pay more attention,

Notice all of the things she wont mention.

Don't be like me,

Don't loose your chance,

To save your sweet girl,

Don't fall for her feeble idea of romance.

Shes battered and bruised,

She can't think straight,

I'm sorry to inform you,

That my precious daughter,

Will not be in school today.