the beauty of overthinking

my father was an abusive alcoholic and left my mom and I when I was six years old. he abused me both physically and verbally. every insult stuck with me. and my mind constantly played them over and over. overthinking things suddenly became the only thing I was good at. inside this book are poems on my experiences. I talk about the strong mother I've been blessed with and the times I wanted to end it all. my story, thoughts, and feelings lye within every stanza. this is the beauty of overthinking