What Depression Means To Me, Family Edition
You have taken the last
Piece of me
Everything that has
Made all of me
Wrapped and smothered
Choking and withered
Dying and screaming
Internally
You told me with words
I could never exist
You told me with fists
I should never try
I believed everything
Because words said you love me
You act through God’s will
To disassemble my
Identity
And to tell me I fail
At being what you need
And I should die a daughter
So you are satisfied
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