ayve

WHY

You beat me at day,Strip my pride at night. You ruined me from inside And left me to cry.

I wake up in the morning at early five, Make breakfast, lunch, and dinner at night. Just to sleep without sobbing all night, But still, his hunger is not satisfied.

I hide my scars from everyone, I show he is the best person I am loving.

But there is a woman who feels my pain, She knows everything but asks me to keep it restrained. She is the one who taught me how to be a good wife, But more she taught how to be quiet.