futility

futility

A Poem by Meghan Renee
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it's hard to be hopeful when everytime you have been, it's ended with your heart being crushed. idk im sad and idk

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There is a hole the size of a crater inside me
Unable to be filled
I have tried to find a concrete substitute
Some more harmful than others


(I wonder if my parents ever noticed the missing wine bottles)


Desperately I cling to anything
To binge until I am left starving once again
An eternal struggle to find the silver-lining

The reason for my being


I am nothing more than a husk
Alive, maybe
But only by the beating of my heart
Stuck in what one can assume as purgatory


(I thought things would be easier by now)

© 2020 Meghan Renee


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The first thing we learn is to hide well... and in plain sight. Sometimes we even remember to breathe along our way - but not always.



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Added on April 5, 2020
Last Updated on April 5, 2020
Tags: sexual abuse, trauma, csa, depression

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Meghan Renee
Meghan Renee

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Writing 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..

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