"Fragments of Hope: A Struggle Within"

There’s a girl trapped inside my mind, always fighting, always there.

She asks me questions I can’t bear to answer, questions I don’t even understand. But still, I listen.

Every day, she tries to break me, to tear away the layers of who I pretend to be, desperate for freedom.

But I can’t let her out. I hide myself behind smiles, behind forced words, just to survive the day.

Behind the facade, the real me is hidden—fragile, afraid—kept far away from the world.

This is the truth I bury, the truth of a girl no one can ever see.

Why can’t I cry when everything inside me is breaking?

Why can’t I show the storm that rages beneath the surface?

People tell me I’m too much—too emotional, too damaged. They tell me to move on, to just let it go.

But Mama tells me to stop, to swallow my tears, to quiet the pain.

She tells me not to speak of what she did, of the hurtful hands that stole my safety.

And Daddy—he wasn’t there to protect me when everything was taken from me, when I lost myself.

So I learned to hide, to bury it all, because the truth would only bring shame.

Why should I have to forgive those who broke me? Why must I always wear this mask?

People change like the wind—kind one day, cruel the next. I know better than to trust their words.

My sisters cry in the night, afraid of the dark, but my fear is far deeper.

It’s not the darkness outside, but the darkness inside that terrifies me.

Am I what I’ve done? Or am I just a product of the pain that’s been done to me?

I try so hard to be good, to live right, but it feels like no one will ever let me be enough.

This loneliness consumes me. I cry every night, begging for peace, but it never comes.

Will I ever be more than this broken girl? Could anyone ever want to keep me, just as I am?

Save me... someone, please. Show me kindness, pull me back from the edge of this abyss.

I’m alone—always have been—and this emptiness feels endless.

I feel the girl’s pain, the one I’m trying so hard to protect. She carries all the weight, all the blame.

No one wants to see her, no one wants to hear her cries. They’d only leave her more shattered than she already is.

But still, she clings to hope, to the idea that one day, someone will truly see her.

She dreams of being told she’s enough, that she doesn’t have to be anyone but herself.

She longs to hear, “It’s okay. There’s more to life than this endless hurt.”

But I know the truth—this world will never be kind enough to let her live freely.

That’s why I keep her hidden, locked away, behind polite words and empty smiles.

Because if she ever showed herself, the pain would be unbearable, the heartbreak too great.

I’m the only thing keeping her alive, the only barrier between her and total despair.

Everything she was—her innocence, her peace—died long ago, taken from her without a second thought.

She was broken, scattered like dust, and I’m left holding the pieces, trying to keep what’s left of her together.

She thinks I’m cruel for keeping her locked away, but I know I’m saving her.

If she ever faced the world again, the pain would destroy her.

So I hide her, deep in the corners of my mind, where no one can reach her.

She fights, she struggles, but I can’t let her out. I’m the one keeping her alive.

I smile, I laugh, I carry on as if everything’s fine, but it’s a heavy burden to bear.

I hide her because I believe in something she’s forgotten—that there’s still hope.

I believe that one day, her time will come.

One day, she’ll be free, free to live, free to be seen for who she really is.

Someone will come, someone who loves her, and they’ll take the shattered pieces of her heart.

They’ll mend her, piece by piece, and she’ll finally feel whole again.

One day, the tears will stop, the pain will fade, and she’ll no longer be haunted by her past.

She won’t need me to protect her anymore. She’ll be strong enough to stand on her own.

One day, she’ll be free to live, truly live, without fear, without shame.

But until that day, I’ll keep her safe, hidden, alive—because I believe in her, even when she doesn’t.

I believe that one day, she’ll find her way back to life, back to herself.



Written by Junayet Hossain.

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