Even in her sleep, she isn’t at rest.
A raised voice is enough to make her disappear into herself.
The nights aren’t kind to her.
Trust feels like a risk she can’t afford,
So she keeps her distance, protects what’s left of her.
And in the quietest way…
she survived.
#Her_Diary
Some wounds never heal.
I still see my mother’s tears, still feel my trembling hands, still wake up from the same haunting nightmares.
Your lies and betrayal left scars that time cannot erase.
I will never forgive you.
And if karma exists,
I still find it hard to believe that all of it wasn’t real...those cute messages, that birthday surprise, the flowers, the earrings, the gajra… was all of it just a lie?
So on this day last year, he sang a song for me and posted it on his story. And now I’m realizing that even at that time he was talking to another woman. Just thinking about it makes my hands shake. He acted so well...pretending to love me, pretending to be a good person.