Broken pieces on the floor

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pulling my sleeves down

feeling the anxiety rush over my body

the depression forcing its way in

talking to strangers

trying to occupy my mind

mom telling me

I'm not the daughter she raised

then who am I

who is your daughter?

because the way I remember it

I raised myself

you weren't there for your daughter

and now she wants to die

she felt like she never had a family

leaning on her friends

even when they betrayed her

because she had no one

and that ruined her