Laugh

   As I sit and smile to myself I think of my girl. The girl who has run away to another place. A place different from my own. I don't know what that place is and bit I don't like it. I laugh at the fact that something has taken her away from me but I will wait for her here in my room. I will wait for her to come back. She has been taken by herself to keep herself form going insane as it is too late for me. She runs from her father who never understood. Never understood her or her actions. She also runs from a friend a best friend that wants her home. A best friend. I cry when I see that she has not come home to me or to anyone. She is my love so I will think of her and laugh for laughing is the only thing left I can do.