The young age.
The fight for friends.
The collapse.
The trying to help.
The crying of everyone.
The emptiness in her room.
The feeling of alone.
The feeling of isolation.
The calling of the phone.
The tears dropping down.
The breaking of my voice.
The sirens blaring.
Flashing lights.
Then no lights.
Only emptiness inside our house.
A missing puzzle piece.
© Peterson05