Kidnapping

• Samantha Pond, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2013

We have your little girl;
She’s struggling to breath.
We’re taking her with us,
Tonight is the night she leaves.
She can’t breath the air.
But the silence takes over her; awakening her,
From the nightmare that is life.
And it’s all so strange.
But from the nights of starving.
To the night wishing for nothing more than dying…
Your baby girl grew up, gave up, and now..
Now your baby girl is done, there’s no more fun.
Because she’s gone.
She’s ours now,
We finally won.

Yours, Mental illness.