INAAYAT

As I walked back into my room, I closed the door softly behind me, almost as if I was trying to shut the world out for a while. I needed a moment to finally feel something real, something honest, without the weight of pretending that everything was okay. For so long, I had been smiling just to keep everyone at ease my parents, my brothers, everyone who believed I was strong enough to move on. But the truth is, the moment I stepped inside, the silence wrapped around me like a quiet confession. I opened the drawer and took out the same diary I always return to, the only place where I don’t have to hide.