𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒉

I grew up in a family where laughter bloomed, But somehow, I always left the room. Their voices filled the house with light, While I sat quietly, out of sight. They shared their jokes, their inside lines, But never once included mine. I learned to smile without a sound, To clap when others gathered round. They hugged each other without being asked, Their pain was noticed, mine was masked. When I was hurting, I’d walk away- No one ever asked me to stay. They had their favorites, that was clear, And I was simply... standing near. Not hated, but not quite loved, Just someone breathing, not thought of. I wasn’t jealous - they deserved the light, But part of me wondered if I had that right. If someone could love me the same way too, Without being told what I had to do. I waited years for one kind hand, Someone who’d choose to understand. To knock, to ask, to sit, to see- To simply say, “You’re safe with me.” But silence wrapped around my name, And somehow I became the blame. Too quiet, too odd, too out of place- Too easy to erase. I taught myself to never cry- To hold it in, to question why. Why they could hold the others close, And leave me aching, almost-ghost. I stitched my sadness into skin, And learned to bury all within. They had each other-strong and tight, While I kept searching for some light. Not gifts, not gold, not something grand, Just one soft voice to understand. One person who would take my part, And hold the pieces of my heart. I didn't ask for grand affection, A single person, a true connection. Just one soft heart in all that kin- But all my life, through all that's been...

If love ever finds me, It will be the only time when I'm dead. In the form of flowers, Finding life around my deathbed. Under the moonlight, beneath the stars, I will be hugged by a coffin instead. No fingers reached when I once cried, No warm hands held me while alive. Alive, I was a fleeting breeze- A ghost in crowds, begging to be seen. But- When I faded, soft and still, The world began to love at will. Death arrived, a gentle guest, And laid my aching soul to rest. Petals rained where none had mourn, Willows called me their very own. A moth fluttered around my grave, As if to say, “You were so brave.” The sky wore black in mourning grace, And winds caressed my silent face. The stars blinked soft like eyes in tears, Whispering stories through the years. The rain arrived with gentle hands, To trace my cheeks and hair strands. No lover’s arms, no kind goodbye, But violets kissed my closed-shut eye. The earth once cold, now held me dear. The warmth I longed for every year. Petals of hope,where silence once grew, A garden rose from death’s cold dew. And now I rest, no longer denied. Not by people but by petals dignified. Though cold and still, I’m glorified- I was finally Loved when I died...

𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘴.

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥?

"𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵".

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙃𝘽𝙀𝘿!!!

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.