If She Were a Poem, Would Anyone Notice Her Pain? 🥀💔

Heyyy lovelies, it's been a long time 🥳🥳Just thought to drop this insight on how she's has been feeling lately 😊😊If she were a poem,she wouldn't be easy to read.She'd be a girl with a thousand thoughtsand a heart that had forgotten how to speak. She'd laugh when something was funny,smile when someone told a joke,but nobody would noticehow tired she was of pretending to be okay. She'd be a girl with beautiful dreams,yet some nights she'd lie awake,wondering why living sometimes felt so hardand why her heart carried so much pain. There would be days when life felt unbearable,when she was tired of tryingand even getting out of bed felt like a battle.Sometimes, the thought of dying would cross her mind,because she desperately wanted the pain to stop. But perhaps the saddest partwouldn't be the tears she cried alone.It would be knowing that the peopleshe wished would notice her silencewere the very people she felt farthest from. Her family.The people whose affection she missed,whose attention she longed for,whose love she wished she could feelwithout having to beg for it. Imagine being surrounded by peopleyet feeling as though she had nobody.Imagine wanting to say, “She's not okay,”but having nobody who would understand. So she would swallow her tears.She would say, “I'm fine.”She'd wipe her face before anyone walked inand carry on as though nothing hurt. Even the strongest girl gets tired.Even the girl who makes everyone laughsometimes needs someone to hold her together.Even the girl who always says she'll be finesometimes wishes someone would tell her,“You don't have to be fine with me.” If she were a poem,perhaps people would love her wordswithout understanding the girl behind them. They would underline her saddest sentencesand praise how beautifully she described pain.But would anyone ask if she was okay?Would anyone notice her silencebefore it became a cry for help? She wouldn't need someone to solve her entire life.Sometimes, she would just need a little tenderness,a listening ear,and a reminder that she still matteredeven when she had nothing to offer. Because beneath all that sadness,she was still a girl with dreams.She was still someone who wanted to laugh freely,to feel loved without feeling forgotten,and to wake up one morningwithout feeling so heavy inside. Maybe she was a sad poem today.Maybe some of her pages were filled with tears.But she was more than her sadness,more than her mistakes,and more than the people who grew distantwhen she needed them to stay. So, if you ever meet a girl like her,please don't wait until her silence becomes frighteningbefore you ask how she's doing. Ask twice.Listen carefully.Be gentle with her heart. You may never knowhow much your kindness means. And if she were a poem,she would hope someone would read beyond her sadness when she's no longer there again,and remember that the girl behind the wordsdeserved to be loved, too. ❤️‍🩹Thanks for Reading ♥️ ♥️

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