I still feel the phantom pain
That your fist left against my faceThere's still a scar above my eye
From when you beat me that one nightI never really knew what it meant to be
Free from your abuse and all the miseryI thought that it might feel so amazing
But I'm just not the girl I used to be
I never knew my suffering, had a label and everthingSee there's a thing that girls like me
Are forced to go through while recoveringWe call it, PTSD
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Poetry of my mind
PoesíaThis is all my poetry that I am writing. It's almost all love and depression for now. It's all free-write poetry, not following any guidelines. I'm only thirteen so it's probably not very good but I wanted to share it with you.