Before you judge her,
Do you know anything about her past?
No.
Do you know how she spends her night?
Crying in pain.
Do you know about her soul?
It's literally fading. Day by day.
Before you call her a slut,
Do you about the scars she is hiding under her sleeve?
No.
Do you know breathing for her is getting tougher day by day.
No. Again.
Do you know she once almost kissed death?
Naah. You are blinded by your own pleasure of making her feel disgusted.
Before you touch her,
Do you know the consequences?
Imagine, returning home and you find your mother unconscious, with her clothes shredded, blood everywhere.
Did your heart skipped a beat?
Imagine your mother's plight.
The one you touched suffers the same.
Before you body shame her,
Do you know how she feels?
She hates her face, the way she walk, almost everything related to her.
She feels that she is not needed in this world.
She wishes for an eternal sleep.
Before you create rumours about her,
Do you know how it's affecting her?
Anxiety. Insomniac. And she is already blessed with a weak immunity.
Isolating herself from the world.
Crying silently.
Always wishing for death.
And much more things that's hard to imagine for a healthy mind.
Do you know she is afraid.
Afraid of being judged; it's shattering her confidence, she keeps her head low while walking, too afraid to look up and the reason: You.
And after the day she dies?
Everyone will say she was brave.
Tears will take place in those eyes which once laughed at her.
Tongue that spread rumours, would say "She was a beautiful soul"
The hands that touched her would be folded, praying for her soul to rest in peace.
People would curse themselves for leaving her.
And what about her soul?
Her soul would be happy to see that you "cared".