futilityA Poem by Meghan Reneeit's hard to be hopeful when everytime you have been, it's ended with your heart being crushed. idk im sad and idkThere is a
hole the size of a crater inside me (I wonder
if my parents ever noticed the missing wine bottles) Desperately
I cling to anything
The reason for my being I am
nothing more than a husk (I thought
things would be easier by now) © 2020 Meghan Renee |
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1 Review Added on April 5, 2020 Last Updated on April 5, 2020 Tags: sexual abuse, trauma, csa, depression AuthorMeghan ReneeNCAboutWriting is both my passion and coping mechanism. When I was twelve/thirteen, I became incredibly depressed. I couldn't get out of bed and ended up dropping out of school for the next two years. Dur.. more..Writing
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