The greatest pain is sacrificing everything. You cried countless times, punished yourself, even tried to end your life more than once. You fought to keep living and suffered every single day just to make sure they could eat properly and live a comfortable life.
Yet the moment you speak the truth or try to do the right thing, they say, "Porke't malaki ang sahod mo, nagmamalaki ka na?" and "Ano, palalayasin mo kami dito?"
When in reality, I've never bragged about my salary to them nor have I ever thought of throwing them out of the house. Little do they know, I'm the one who has always wanted to leave this house, this family because I'm so tired of the toxicity. Not because I don't love my family, but because I'm exhausted...exhausted from carrying everyone else's weight while my own pain is ignored. Tired of living in a home where sacrifices are forgotten, intentions are misunderstood, and love is measured by how much you're willing to keep suffering.
Some wounds aren't caused by strangers. Sometimes, the deepest ones come from the people you gave everything to.
