Silent Scars, Loud Pride

You mocked me while I was drowning in grief,
Laughed as my world shattered, with no chance of relief.
You moved on to brighter days, carefree, tall,
While I screamed in silence, waiting for the fall.

I cried out loud in the dead of night,
No breath, no sleep, just endless fight.
The world turned grey, music turned mute,
And you lived your life, unmoved, absolute.

Trips to Kasol while I crumbled inside,
You never cared, you didn’t hide.
Shame was your weapon, calling me “too broken,”
Every tear and scream left unspoken.

They say I didn’t "look" miserable, couldn’t tell,
But every night, it was my private hell.
My diary was filled with desperate pleas,
Grief was my only company, no ease.

You said, "Oh well, I want someone tall,"
While I shattered, giving it my all.
Called me “mental,” said I should just go,
But you never saw the pain below.

Did you ever think of what my parents would feel?
Watching their daughter break, unable to heal?
But your pride, your offence, was your shield,
Leaving me in pain, wounds unsealed.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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