SURVIVAL
When other kids learned how to
live,
I learned what pain could
truly give.
Their homes were warm, their
hearts could rest,
While mine endured an endless
test.
Their walls brought comfort,
calm, and light,
Mine echoed fear throughout
the night.
When they dreamed high above
the sky,
I learned instead how hard to
cry.
I learned to fall without a
sound,
To hit the earth and kiss the
ground.
To hide the wounds beneath my
skin,
And keep the hurt locked deep
within.
They breathed in love like
summer air,
A constant gift forever there.
I tasted love like bitter
rain,
A drop at a time, mixed with
pain.
Enough to keep my hope alive,
Yet not enough for me to
thrive.
Enough to make me always stay,
But never chase the dark away.
They learned that trust was
safe and true,
I learned what lonely people
do.
They learned to open up their
hearts,
I learned how everything
departs.
While they were building
dreams above,
I was digging graves for love.
Burying pieces of who I'd
been,
Hiding the scars no one had
seen.
So when they learned to laugh
and leap,
I was already six feet deep.
Not beneath the earth and
stone
But buried beneath a pain
I'd always known.
⁓The
Introvrted_writer
