"The House That Swallowed Me”

I was a child carrying weight I didn’t choose,

keys in my hand… but nothing to lose.
Open doors, still trapped inside,
living a life where I had to hide.

Fourteen years and already worn,
no space to grow, just a role reborn.
Plates on the table, none of them mine,
feeding them all while losing time.

I wasn’t living… I was assigned,
a body in place, a silenced mind.
They needed hands, I became those hands,
holding together what no one stands.

Now I step back… now I refuse,
and suddenly I’m the one they accuse.
“You’ve changed”… yeah, I broke the chain,
you call it loss… I call it pain.

It wasn’t love… it was control,
a quiet theft of a growing soul.
Not a home… just a scripted space,
where I disappeared without a trace.

Now I move different… I breathe alone,
and they blame the world for the life I’ve known.
Blame who I love, blame who I see,
but never the weight they put on me.

I don’t want death… I want release,
from a life that never gave me peace.
Tied to a path I didn’t create,
forced to carry, forced to wait.

So if I fade into something unknown,
it’s not escape… it’s taking my own.
Everything stolen, every year lost,
I’m done paying someone else’s cost.

It wasn’t love… it was a cage,
built in silence, fed by age.
Now I speak… even if it breaks,
even if everything shakes.

And if they look… I won’t be there,
no more weight, no silent care.
The one who stayed… she had to end,
so I could finally start again.

@newgirldark