What if choosing “peace” meant choosing harm? Choosing silence. Choosing to carry pain alone. Letting themselves sink, drowning in emotions no one ever sees. They held their breath beneath their own storms, beating themselves with the weight of unspoken hate. Faced with disrespect, cruelty, and unkind eyes, they erased their colors, and dimmed their own heart. Filled their mind with fear, with ache, with endless questions, until surrender felt easier than fighting another day. Because if this is a sin, I hope somewhere beyond all this, there is a place where tired souls can rest, and even the fire burns gentle. ©herdarkthoughts🦋