What if her silence wasn't peace
but screams that choked and never ceased?
What if her marks were not her worth
just numbers that buried her since birth?
What if the whispers in the hall
were daggers that made her feel so small?
What if her smile was just a thread
a mask she wore with silent dread?
What if her father's words cut deep
"Work harder" while she couldn't sleep?
What if her mother's comparisons stung
her love felt like a prize she'd never won?
What if she left without a sound
a note, a window, a ghost unbound?
Her mother's plate would stay full and cold,
her father's hands too weak to hold.
What if someone asked before she fell?
What if they saved her from this hell?
What if they stayed just held her tight?
She wouldn't have fled into the night.
So, ask today. Don't wait too long.
One word can make a heart grow strong.
Before she fades into the night
just stay. Just see. Just hold her tight.