𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 🖤

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛?

There are words you swallowed, phrases that got stuck in your throat, and silences that screamed inside you.

Every mark on your skin is a story you have lived, a battle you have won.

You broke in ways no one saw.

You screamed in silence.

You smiled while bleeding out.

 She didn’t want to be perfect, she just wanted to be seen.

But no one saw.

No one ever stayed long enough to notice when I disappeared.

I did my best to be everything.

But I didn’t realize how empty I’d feel. 

If you’re done with me, or you’ve lost interest, just be honest.

Don’t slowly disappear, don’t ignore my messages, and don’t respond like you never cared.

That silent distance, those cold replies – they hurt more than the truth ever could.

I’d rather honesty than be left wondering what I did wrong.

If you don’t feel the same anymore just say it.

Don’t break me by fading out like I never mattered.

All the words he said, the promises, the little moments – I thought they were just ours.

But I realized they weren’t, and something in me broke.