Sometimes the quietest people are the ones who are most hurt.
I was hurt but didn’t say anything; because even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand.
The heart doesn’t ache when it’s broken, but when the one who broke it doesn’t care.

I hid my pain in my smile, so no one would notice.
Your words didn’t hurt—your eyes did.
Being hurt isn’t like glass shattering—it’s when the one who broke you doesn’t even get scratched.

You’re most hurt by the one you trust the most.
Some wounds don’t have a timeline to heal.
I stayed silent… because being hurt doesn’t like to speak.

Even a loving heart falls silent when broken.
I forgave, but I didn’t return to be broken again.
I grew from the place I was hurt—but I never became the same again.

You fall not when your heart breaks, but when your hope dies.
I won’t say I’m hurt—but I won’t be the same again.
Even in my quietest moments, my soul screams in silence.