Parents are supposed to be there to protect you,
Not to abuse your trust and their higher power
After what he did, I felt like I was sinking
From atop of his tower
Why did he do that, was it what I wore, were my clothes torn?
Was it something I did, something to forbid?
Was it my body or my face? I feel like such a disgrace
Wish I could bleach this skin, this skin that I'm in
But I can't, I'm stuck in this for the rest of my life
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My Pestilent Breakdown
PoetryHere are several poems I have written about my mental health and my journey to recovery.
