I carried your pain like a mother carries her child for nine months..
I let it grow inside me
I breathed life into it
Until it tore through me
— I was feeling for two.
Weight of burdens that did not belong to me,
Because they were too heavy for you.
I felt for you until
I couldn’t feel for myself anymore.
— A vessel for unwanted pain.
A cycle repeated again and again,
No sight of the light at the end of the tunnel,
Or a happy end,
A smile crafted in a game of play-pretend,
A cry for help no louder than a whisper,
Pleading eyes at my older sister,
Who never knew the abuse that missed her.
I have lived a thousand lives,
And there have been a thousand me’s
— each created for another person I tried to please.
I tried to plead.
But no one could hear me.