

As the day passes by, I watch the fruits you bore into this world, Turn sour in your hands. Everyday, I watch the gemstones in
Truthfully, I have been lying to myself every day, Ever since the day I knew what lying was. I am not anything special, I will
I have called on you countless times, But you haven’t responded. Called on you in the face of danger, But you turned your back and
I was a child, Seeking the guidance and warmth, That only a mother could give, But all I got was the cold stare of religious
No matter what I tried to do for or with them, The way they saw me never changed, Not even when I made them smile
Her orbs were always bloodshot. In their depths hid suffering, In them flickered despair, That even destiny couldn’t do away with, There was a dim
The hits that never stopped coming, The attacks that always lingered, The hurt that stayed so damn long, The pain that left internal scars, The
The comfort of your hugs, I longed for, Lying beside you, happy, safe and secure. A routine in homes, so common and true, Yet mine
The tale of a sibling This sibling— Not just any sibling, But the firstborn sibling. This sibling, Always in charge, Always knowing what to do,
You left… Without saying a word, you left. You didn’t care what would happen to me, You didn’t bother to think of me, not once,