I was given family,
that cannot be seen or felt,
spoken to,
or spoken of.
it's what i am forced,
to keep in my heart,
knowing they exist.
"you grew up having to work hard,
and you'll die the same way"
i hear ringing in my ears.
i just protest,
counting the days,
until i can leave.
there are only 904 left.
the life i live here,
is what i most detest.
for me,
life has not been easy.
