They call her a playgirl...They say she used everyone, exposed her body to everyone, sext with every man. They call her characterless, heartless, and throw abusive words like knives!!
But she stays silent... Because only she knows what happened the first time she loved , when she gave her heart more than her own self, and was left behind as nothing but a body without a soul. Only she knows how it feels when the one who once wiped her tears became the reason she cried every night... Only her pillow knows how many tears she shed, how many panic attacks broke her, how many nights she begged to breathe.
Now she laughs, she jokes, she lives the way they already judge her for, but in her eyes, she hasn't crossed her limits. She's just trying to survive.
It’s easy to judge. But if you wore her scars for a day, you'd never call her heartless again!!
But she stays silent... Because only she knows what happened the first time she loved , when she gave her heart more than her own self, and was left behind as nothing but a body without a soul. Only she knows how it feels when the one who once wiped her tears became the reason she cried every night... Only her pillow knows how many tears she shed, how many panic attacks broke her, how many nights she begged to breathe.
Now she laughs, she jokes, she lives the way they already judge her for, but in her eyes, she hasn't crossed her limits. She's just trying to survive.
It’s easy to judge. But if you wore her scars for a day, you'd never call her heartless again!!
