my tears soak the bedsheets in a pain that my poems can't express,

i wail like I've been born for the first time,

the second was when they put a title over me.

i think i exist only as a namesake,

mother says that i gift a language to my thoughts,

i give them my ability to speak, 

only to be crushed when they scream at me.

i listen to the sound of life within me,

I learnt that i can take one breath at a time,

yet i feel like i am not a part of myself,

and i try to get this out of my system.

so, when my teardrops rush  down my cheeks,

i feel like I've been lost on purpose,

I am scared to begin again,

and live this life without any regrets.