Why do you have to fight so much?
Why do you have to scream?
Why do you have to punch, scratch and claw at each other.
Then proceed on dragging me into 'your' mess.
You'll drag me in so deep that I feel lile shit, (a steaming pile of shit!)
Why do you have to make me feel bad about myself to make yourself feel better?
Its not right, there's already too many things I need to try and forget.
And now I'll have to live with the fact that I'm mentally and physically your punching bag.
Why when things don't go your way, do you have to make me feel unloved.
Why do you have to bully me? Why do you have yo get my siblings to bully me? Don't you know iy hurts? It hurts so bad I want to fall asleep and never wake up, dead that's what I want to be...
But no, you can only think of yourself.
This is for the kids that go through domestic violence, who's parents try to shut them up using their fists.
All we gotta do is keep living loud and proud. And never let them hold us down.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
