A Forgotten Instagram Bio

Who am I to you? but a sad reminder of what could've been. The money for a crib, the baby supplies, my special medicated formula lost you the house of your dreams. The time spent in hospitals with me, giving blood for surgeries and recoveries took away the promotion you'd worked years for. The lives I destroyed, the tears you've cried, the fights over mortgage, groceries, hospital bills–if you should have another child.
I never wanted to be a burden. I wish I had been born crying. Maybe then I'd be more to you than a gravestone you never visit.