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