As I look back through the years,
I have cried an ocean of tears.
The mental abuse-
Treated like refuse.

I've cried even more tears than the ocean can fill
The next bit of suffering causes more tears to spill.

My eyes are wet with salt tears
As salty as the waves that rise overhead
Then I am pulled down,
My tears have caused me to finally drown.

My body is thrown around among the waves,
While the wild wind rages and raves.

Will you ever find me?
This kind of death was meant to be.