That day I got called down to the office
I began telling her everything
My friend was there through it all
While telling what happened
The counselor stopped me
She told me that she had to bring the police involoved
I told her that I would do it
But I didn't want to
We had to wait an hour until they got there
While we waited me and my friend got food
He was there
He sat next to us
My stomach turning
It was awkward
He eventually left
But it was time to go back into that room
They seperated us
She wanted to tell them what they did to her
So many questions were asked
I felt like I was repeating the same thing over and over again
It was hell
All I wanted was some to be there next to me
School was starting to end
I had been in that office all day
Seven hour pasted by
My emotions everywhere
But I sat in that room
That small room with nothing to do
Then my friend comes in
My face lights up
We are told that we are done
We go into the library
We couldn't go to the last few mintuets of class
But I get called down again
They made me watch the cameras
They told me to tell them who everyone was
I watch myself
Tears in my eyes
Watching hurt even more
Watching myself not stop it
Knowing that I tried
Knowing that it had to end like this
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Lost and Found
PoetryA collection of poems talking about sexual assult, death, mental heath and so so much more. These are all my stories from my eyes while going through events. Not all are in order but in the order that I thought would be best for me. Writting and rel...
