The guilt and shame I had to swallow Was never really mine to chew. It came wrapped in family history, Passed down like a curse no one knew how to break. Friends watched, some stayed silent, Some walked away when I needed them loud. I learned early how to smile through damage, How to shrink myself to fit into their comfort. I felt like nothing— Like trash swept into corners, Used, blamed, and forgotten, Taught to believe I was the problem. Hurt lived in my chest like a permanent bruise, Tender to every word, every look. I carried wounds no one asked about, Patched myself up with survival and silence. But even damaged things have stories, And even trash has weight when it’s been thrown too many times. I am not what broke me, I am what endured when breaking was easier.

@Nicol Mathis thank you and love you too and I’m glad you could vent to this situation as well we got this 💪🏾💕🙌🏾

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