I watched silently as the beating came my way
I watched as scars appeared and faded away
I kept quiet as all the abuse came my way
Yet I stayed quiet, perfectly quiet as my mind went completely haywire.
I was howling, screaming inside yet I smiled brightly fighting back the tears and holding back the howls.
Some people call this pain but I call it survival.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
