Why Did They Do This?
Why did they break her, just to blame her for the pieces?
Why did they turn away when she needed holding?
Why did they make her feel like asking for love was asking for too much?
Why did they stay silent while she cried in the room next door?
Why did they act like she was the storm, when all she ever wanted was calm?
Why are they like this?
Is it weakness? Is it fear?
Did someone once teach them that power lives in cruelty, and they never unlearned it?
Did they see her softness and mistake it for something they could crush?
Or did they see themselves in her—and hate her for it?
Why did they punish her for the hurt they refused to face?
Why couldn’t they just… stop?
Stop blaming her. Stop twisting the truth.
Stop pretending their harm was love and their silence was peace.
Stop calling her difficult when all she ever wanted was honesty.
Why did they teach her to hate herself just for existing?
And now that she’s gone quiet—
Now that she’s shattered and unsure—
Do they even see what they did?
Or do they just keep walking,
like she was always meant to carry the grief alone?
She may never get the answers.
But she deserves to ask the questions.
