She was the girl who craved love any kind of it but never truly received it.
On the outside, she smiled at the little things, laughed with the crowd, and acted like everything was fine.
But the moment she stepped inside her house, that smile disappeared.
They called her strong.
They praised her silence.
But no one ever asked what was breaking her behind closed doors.
She had so many questions for her family, for herself, even for God.
“Why me?” she often whispered into the night.
They said she was rude for speaking up.
They said she had an attitude.
But the truth is, she only spoke because everything they said was a lie and she couldn’t take it anymore.
She wasn't cruel.
She was just honest.
But they hated her for it.
No one saw the trauma.
No one cared about the depression.
Her sibling once wished she was dead.
Her own mother once said that too.
Her father resented her also.
