She asks

I couldn't keep up with her rules. 

I miss my smile

One day, I would be tortured because I didn't answer. 

In the next day, I would be beaten because I did. 

Yesterday I make dinner and it was delicious! I was really proud. And I smiled. 

She thought I was making fun of her. 

She treated me like trash. 

Today I have to clean her trash, cook her food, save her money while she drinks the nth beer, eats her kids breakfast and wastes her money. Money that I earn, neverthless, her money. 

I would be fine cooking and working, but not when she treated me like the empty bottles aroud the floor - totally empty and worthless. 

And I miss my smile. 

I miss spend time with my siblings just having fun. 

But I don't remember fun. 

I don't remember how to smile without fear. 

I don't remember to be happy.

I don't remember who I am. 

And I am broken. 

And I don't know how to be less broken. 

I need help. 

But I don't know how to ask. 

No one cares.

And bit by bit, I am still broken, but in smaller pieces. 

I don't remember, but I miss my smile.