19/11/2025
I gave you the best parts of me—
the pieces I never thought I’d show anyone.
I trusted you so deeply that the idea of you hurting me
never once crossed my mind.
You were my shelter once,
my quiet place in a world that never stopped hurting.
But then you became the one who broke me.
You watched me bleed.
You looked away from my pain.
Still, I stayed.
Through every ache, every doubt, every sleepless night,
I stayed.
Even when I was fighting battles you never saw,
I held on.
And when you wouldn’t fight for me,
I fought for myself—
and I stayed.
I never expected you to understand everything about me,
but I hoped—just once—
that you would understand my hurt.
But you didn’t.
Healing is slow.
Trauma doesn’t disappear just because you’re sorry,
or because you suddenly remember the parts of me
you once overlooked.
This isn’t revenge—
it’s self-protection.
I am rebuilding walls
around the places that were shattered.
And even now,
in the moments when I can’t understand myself,
I hope you’ll understand why I’m guarding
the pieces I’m trying so hard to put back together.
