The Curse of the Sister

The Curse of the Sister

She drags the silence like a chain

each link forged from broken promises

a quiet scream no one hears

buried deep beneath her ribs

Not blood, but bitterness stains her hands

the poison no one named aloud

she is the shadow in the corner

the wound that never healed

They never saw the cracks inside

only the mask she wore like armor

a fortress built from pain and rage

where hope was locked away and thrown out

The curse is this: to carry everything

to bleed for those who never bleed back

to burn slow in a fire of neglect

to be the ghost in your own story

She is forgotten and unforgiving

a slow dark tide beneath the calm

and when she breaks, no one listens

because she has been broken too long

The sister cursed to bear the weight

of silence, absence, blame

to wear the darkness like a skin

and never find the light again