Heal the wounds
I was born where my feathers were being burnt on the day i took my first breath, where being creative was my sin, being good was considered as me being dumb, where my smile was considered real and tears were given no importance, where my own blood taunted me and my dreams were shattered, where boys were given more importance and giving an opportunity to study was a debt on me. You know what i learned??
" I won't let my kids bear this, i won't break them,i won't let them cry in darkness because of having no one who understands and would heal their wounds rather than tearing them more".
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
Randomeverything is so damn real !! :( after a long time realized i should write something on the things that were written to be with me till death !!
