Carsh04
They say silence has no sound, yet it speaks louder than anything I have ever known.
For years, I carried words inside me, buried beneath layers of fear, love, heartbreak, and hope. Words that trembled in the dark, begging to be freed, yet too fragile to face the world.
This diary is not about perfection. It is not about beauty. It is about truth. My truth. The truth of a soul that has been broken, healed, and broken again. The truth of emotions too heavy to hold, yet too stubborn to let go.
Every page you are about to read is a fragment of me - my anger, my loneliness, my love, my scars, and the silence that shaped me. These are not just poems, not just words, but echoes of nights when my voice trembled only within my chest, never aloud.
If you are holding this book, then you are holding my silence.
And if you are reading these lines, then you are giving a voice to the part of me I once thought would remain invisible forever.
Welcome to my diary.
Welcome to the voice of my silence.
- Douna