You Hurt Me
Hey
I’ve been holding this inside for too long, and silence is starting to feel heavier than words ever could. So here I am, trying to turn all this pain into something honest.
You hurt me—not just a little, not just once—but in a way that left cracks in places I thought were solid. You made me feel seen, wanted, special… and then you vanished like none of it ever mattered. That’s what breaks me the most—not just what happened, but how quickly I became forgettable.
I gave you real parts of me. I trusted you with pieces I don’t hand out easily. And maybe that was my mistake—loving deeply in a world that plays shallow games. But I won’t apologize for how I loved. I meant every word, every moment, every effort.
What hurts is that I still don’t understand. No closure, no explanation—just distance. And that kind of silence feels louder than shouting. I replay it all in my head, wondering what I missed or what I should’ve done differently. But maybe it wasn’t about me. Maybe you were just never ready for someone who came with real intentions.
This message isn’t revenge. It’s not bitterness. It’s me choosing peace over pride. I needed to say this—for me, not for you. I’m learning to let go, to stop bleeding for people who wouldn’t even notice if I disappeared.
I hope you find what you’re looking for. I hope one day you understand what it means to be loved without conditions. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll look back and realize I was something rare.
But by then, I’ll be gone—not out of anger, but because I finally chose myself.
Take care,
[Ak]
Hey
Waan xambaarsanaa tan muddo dheer, iyo aamusnaanta waxay bilaabatay inay ka culusnaato eray kasta oo la yiraahdo. Marka halkan ayaan joogaa, anigoo isku dayaya inaan xanuunkan u beddelo daacadnimo.
Waad i dhaawacday—ma ahayn dhaawac yar, mana ahayn hal mar—laakiin si ay dildillaacyo uga tageen meelihii aan u malaynayay inay adkaysi leeyihiin. Waad iga dhigtay mid la arkay, mid la doonayo, mid gaar ah… ka dibna waad tagtay sidii aan waxba u dhicin. Taasi waa tan i jabisay ugu badan—ma aha waxa dhacay oo keliya, laakiin sida fudud ee aan u hilmaantay.
Waxaan ku siiyay qaybaha dhabta ah ee naftayda. Waxaan kugu aaminay waxyaabo aan si fudud u bixin. Waxaa laga yaabaa taas inay ahayd qaladkayga—inaan si dhab ah u jeclaado adduun ciyaar fudud wadata. Laakiin raali kama noqonayo sida aan u jeclaaday. Eray kasta, daqiiqad kasta, dadaal kasta waan ula jeeday.
Waxa i dhaawacaaya waa inaan weli fahmin. Ma jirto jawaab, ma jirto caddayn—kaliya fogaansho. Aamusnaantaas waxay ka dhawaaq badan tahay qaylada. Waan is weydiiyaa marar badan: maxaan khaldamay? Maxaan seegay? Maxaan ka duwanaan lahaa? Laakiin waxaa laga yaabaa inuusan dhibku iga iman. Waxaa laga yaabaa inaad weli diyaar u ahayd qof leh ujeedooyin dhab ah.
Fariintan ma aha aargoosi. Ma aha caro. Waa aniga oo dooranaya nabad halkii aan kibir dooran lahaa. Waxaan u baahanahay inaan sidaan u sheego—aniga dartay, adiga ma aha. Waxaan baranayaa inaan iska daayo, inaan joojiyo inaan dhiig u shubo dad aan xitaa ogayn haddii aan dunida ka ba’o.
Waxaan rajeynayaa inaad hesho waxa aad raadineyso. Waxaan rajeynayaa in maalin maalmaha ka mid ah aad fahanto waxa ay ka dhigan tahay in si shuruud la’aan ah lagu jeclaado. Waxaa laga yaabaa, in markaas aad dib u fiirisid oo aad fahantid in aan wax gaar ah ahaa.
Laakiin markaas, waan tagi doonaa—maaha caro darteed, balse maxaa yeelay ugu dambeyn waxaan doortay naftayda.
Nabad galyo,
[Ak]
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