“Where’d She Go?” they’d ask 

Referring to a photograph taken a few years prior to all the chaos 

And to be honest, I don’t know.

I think of that girl every day

The one who always had a smile on her face

The one who spent all her time with her family

The one who prayed she’d never lose them.

But, what I do know, is that she’s gone

She’s gone and she’s not coming back

In fact, she’s happy to be gone.

Finally happy she doesn’t have to fake a smile

Finally happy she doesn’t have to wrestle unwanted thoughts that swarmed her head 

Finally happy to be calm in the storms 

Finally happy to have peace.

While she loved her family with her whole heart

The feeling wasn’t reciprocated 

Even though her family knew they were wrong

They hid the issues, tucked them under a rug.

Little did everyone know, the chaos was always present

 And she was drowning in her thoughts, they just couldn’t see it

Her family left her, abandoned her at her lowest, 

And yet the question still is, 

“Where’d She go?”