𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝

Her clothes were never just fabric - they were stitched from her soul,
A girl slowly buried where broken daughters go.
She could not scream - for honor hung heavy in the air,
Her own people chose silence; that was her deepest despair.

On one side stands she, whom her own kin misled,
On the other stands he, where hatred was fed.
One wears grief like silence, one turns pain into stone,
Yet fate walks them forward on a path overthrown.

Cruelty stripped her name, stole who she used to be,
Sorrow built him a house where no light could see.
Their wounds run deeper than words could explain,
Two shattered hearts beneath one sky of rain.

[ #2 victim ]