Father can you hear me calling out your name?
When you get out of prison will you think I am insane?
You've been gone so long and I'm going mad.
I've surpassed the emotion of sad.
I'm deppressed and I've hurt myself while you've been away,
'cause I blaim myself for your mistakes everyday.
I think of how I could have been better,
as I hide my arms inside of my sweater.
Will you see my scars and find me a disgrace?
Honestly I just want out of this place.
This hell.
I am alive but I am not living.
I survive for you,
but only because you want me to.
I undergo this torture,
In hopes that you'll return.
I hope that you will continue to love me as your daughter,
even though I am covered in cuts and burns.
YOU ARE READING
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...
