By Myself

By Daniela Frias

Back then when I was younger

Everything was good back then.

Everything was pink.

There came a time when the

Man who raised me became harsh.

Every sibling they brought into

The house we live in, created

A feeling like I was on my own.

I was drifting away like a bottle

With a message , alone

With no clear destination.

Till’ this day

I’m still floating somewhere all

All alone , in a place where I

Think no one will understand.

Dark …

In a place where yells become

Whispers …