There was no one around—only the whispering sound of the passing wind. Even the breeze felt different today, as if it had been holding back years of unspoken sorrow. The sun was slowly setting, and birds were quietly returning to their nests. As the wind brushed past her ears, her earrings swayed gently - just like forgotten memories being stirred ones again
She just sat quietly by the edge of the old well, her legs dangling above the still, fearless water. The sun was setting, bathing everything in a golden hue—everything but her eyes. Beside her lay an old diary, its pages soaked with countless tears. Her eyes were red and swollen, having spoken a thousand words her lips never could.
Suddenly, a sob broke through her chest, and a scream of pain erupted from deep within. She lost control and wept loudly—a pain so raw it pierced the silence around her. But there was no one to hear. No friends, no family. Only the rustling of leaves and the distant cries of birds.
"God! Why is it always me?" she cried to the sky. "What sin have I committed to deserve a life filled only with sorrow?"
Since childhood, life had never been kind to her. Her own family could never understand her. The people who should have been her strength became the source of her pain.
"You're nothing.""You're a burden.""You'll never amount to anything."
They repeated these words like a curse. Each one cut deeper into her soul. No one ever asked how she was, what she needed, or if she was okay.
She wasn't beautiful by the world’s standards. She wasn't brilliant in her studies. But her failures weren't for lack of trying—they were because no one ever gave her a chance to believe in herself.
Love? Just a cruel joke. Friendship? Shadows that disappeared in the dark. She spent her life hoping someone would choose her... but that moment never came.
Still, she kept living. She poured all her broken pieces into her diary. It was her only true companion. Every page bled with the pain no one else cared to hear.
She now held it tightly to her chest.
"You were the only one who listened," she whispered. "When the whole world stayed silent."
Tears streamed down again. In her heart, she'd once hoped someone would truly see her. Not for her face, not for her marks, but for her soul—for the kindness she kept offering in return for cruelty.
But even that hope had died. Today, she'd come to bury the last piece of it.
Slowly, she stood up. Her legs trembled. She looked down into the blackness of the well. Then she looked at her diary.
"Maybe now someone will read these pages and know who I was," she said softly.
And with one deep breath—filled with years of unspoken grief—she let herself fall into the well.
Her diary slipped from her hands and remained by the well’s edge. The pages fluttered open. The last line was written in trembling ink:
"All I ever wanted was to be seen, to be loved... but maybe I was born only to break."
