The blows fall like phantom rain, a ceaseless, stinging tide, each drop a memory, a word, a glance that strips away my pride. Why this yearning for a love that hangs just out of reach, a star I cannot hold? A normal family, a whispered prayer against the encroaching cold.
I chase the shadows, phantom limbs of belonging, grasping at empty air, for faces that reflect indifference, a silent, hollow stare. They carve a canyon in my soul, these architects of pain, Repeating the mantra of my worthlessness, again and again and again.
My sister, a mirror reflecting a stranger\'s judging eyes, My sister-in-law, a chorus chanting insidious, sugar-coated lies. My stepfather, a wall built high, cemented with disdain, And those, the unseen puppeteers, whose hatred flows down through my name.
My mother, a fractured compass, spinning wildly, lost and far, The final thread that tethers me teeters near a broken star. I feign a stoic indifference, a mask of careless ease, But her vacant gaze, a bottomless pit, swallows me piece by piece.
This ache, a constant, throbbing drumbeat in the marrow of my bones, A symphony of sorrow played in desolate, echoing tones. I crave the void, a silent hush, a blanket dark and deep, Where pain dissolves, and feeling fades, and weary souls can sleep. For what is fleeting joy, a fragile, butterfly\'s kiss, Against the crushing weight of this relentless, heartless abyss?