I am the child they tried to erase. The failed abortion—the mistake they never wanted to face. My own blood turns their backs on me, And the only soul who loved me—the only one who made me feel real—is gone. I’m left holding pieces of a family that doesn’t want me, Carrying the cold weight of being unwanted, forgotten, erased before I even had a chance. Every day, I hear the silent voices: “You shouldn’t be here.” “You were never meant to live.” And sometimes, I wonder if they’re right. But here I am—broken, battered, and barely holding on. Invisible in their eyes, a wound that won’t heal, A ghost trapped between longing for love and drowning in rejection. I ache for someone to see the pieces beneath the scars, To hold the shattered parts and tell me I’m more than this pain, More than the darkness that threatens to swallow me whole.