Underneath - Vol. II

-Desperate.

Missing is a word worse then dead,

I've been told this and repeated this many times before.

It can drive you to the edge of sanity,

or eat you alive from the inside out. 

Did something drive you to the edge?

Was something eating you, 

something you hid well?

Not knowing where someone is,

it's maddening,

I can tell you firsthand.

I'm trying to search for you,

Reach out to you in anyway.

Can you hear me?

I suppose you can't hear anyone,

If you're already six feet under. 

I'll fix anything at all that was inflicted,

Just come back.

-A/N: This is another thing for school like my last poem I posted. We had to make a poem for Poem In Your Pocket day and I decided to write my own, my friends used my poems too which blew my mind. But anyway long story short I had a brain blockage and forgot to write the poem and some things were going on so I decided to write about them and it worked out. Hope you liked it.-