In silence, I carried a sin
passed down to me—
a curse unbroken,
paid for in full
just to be loved
by someone
who never truly belonged to anyone.
It’s eating me alive,
like a parasite
draining the last light from my bones.
It clings,
slowly killing me
for a mistake
I never made.
I feel like a lost lamb,
wandering the abyss,
blindfolded
by the sharp remorse
that was never mine to carry.
For a moment,
I exist in a world
that never noticed I was here—
like a forget-me-not,
wilted by the road,
meant to symbolize
a love that died
before it was remembered.
And all this guilt...
the pain...
the suffering...
I shall bear it—
until it carves blood from my soul,
and follows me
into the grave’s dark cradle.
explores inherited guilt, emotional pain, and silent suffering,
which is i felt this month
ps: my mind keeps buzzing me off, and i have to express it to something that trully represent it:)
