Those memory's come back,
and I can't close my eyes or sleep right.
I have to force myself to stay awake at night,
'cause I'm afraid you'll do it again.
Attack.
I know I won't be able to stop you,
If that's what you choose to do.
I wasn't able to stop you the first time.
I remember I couldn't scream, just pantomime.
Stop.
Stop.
Please.
Then you bound my hands and threw me on the bed.
There was nothing I could do, my fight was already dead.
It seemed like forever until you were done.
Now I live with the fact that I was weak,
and you won.
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The struggle
PoesíaThis 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...
