Missing Poem by Erica Buxton

Missing



I'm missing a part inside.
No one knows why.
All I do is hide,
and try to llive a half life.
With out that missing part,
I shouldn't even try.
Life is so hard as it is.
I don't need this.
I want to move on.
But I'm tied here.
Tied by the memories
and the stories.
Bound here,
until I can learn to live,
with a part of me missing.

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