To have depression and to be sad are different
I have not been diagnosed with the chemical imbalance,
but I cry
I cry a lot
And when you cry a lot you need an outlet
And when you need an outlet you find one
Blood was mine
Knowing that I had some kind of control was all that I needed
My stepdad is the sheriff in our small town in Texas
He doesn't like me and when you don't like someone you also need an outlet
His was his power
He didn't like that I was a strong-willed woman
He looked at me as a liberal snowflake
but I looked at myself as a storm
He saw me one day
surrounded by blood and damp red towels that were placed to keep my bed pure
I was sleepy
probably from dehydration
but I heard him smile before he left
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Ineffable
PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
