“The Version of Me You Never Saw”

I was the one who held it all in, smiled through rooms that swallowed my voice, loved like a house with no locked doors, while people came in just to wreck the furniture and leave. You saw my strength, but you never stayed long enough to witness the breaking. You heard my laugh, but not the way I whispered to God in the dark, “Please… just help me make it to tomorrow.” I let people treat me like a second option, because I believed being needed was close enough to being loved. I gave my all in lowercase moments, to people who only showed up in uppercase emergencies. There were days I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the face staring back— not because it changed, but because it had learned to hide every emotion too well. I grieved people who were still alive. I forgave things I never got apologies for. I mourned versions of myself no one even noticed dying. And still, I showed up. And still, I stayed soft. And still, I kept loving— even when it felt like bleeding. So if you’ve ever felt like you were too much, or not enough, or invisible in a room full of people… Let me tell you something: You are not the problem. You are the poem they didn’t know how to read. You are the light they took for granted. You are the version of love they prayed for— and lost because they didn’t know how to hold it. ⸻ If this hit your soul, just leave a 🥀 in the comments. For every version of you that had to heal in silence. #UnspokenPain #PoetryThatHeals #ThisMadeMeCry #TooMuchAndNotEnough #HealingInSilence #InvisibleScars #ReadThatAgain #WordsThatBleed #YouDidntSeeMe #HeartfeltPoetry