The fathers fist smashed against the girls chest,
like waves on the rocks.
The girl looked for a light, something to guide her into shore,
but there was no light within sight.
The girl was lost at sea,
no, lost in a sea,
a sea of depression.
All because of abuse.
The father hit her again,
knocking the air from her lungs.
She felt the water rush in with her lack of oxygen.
She was drowning,
sinking farther and farther into the dark depths of abuse.
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The struggle
PoezjaThis book will be made up of a collection of my works, written during a period of time in which i suffered extreme depression. These poems will talk about, anorexia, bulimia, self-harm, schizophrenia, anxiety, and a few other things. If you or anyon...
