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Growing up,
you dream of Prince Charming—
the one who’ll set your heart free.
Spinning in hope,
you wait for the one
who’ll love you right.

And then he comes.
He’s charming, alright—
with soft words,
a warm smile,
and eyes that learn your every crack.

But not every crown shines.
Not every prince saves.
Some just learn
where to press
so it hurts without bruises.

He never raised his voice—
at least not at first.
Just small corrections,
little rules,
words that stung
with a smile behind them.

"That dress is too much."
"I only get mad because I care."
"You know how lucky you are, right?"

And she believed him.
Because love is patient.
Love is kind.
And she thought if she just loved harder,
he’d be soft again.

She learned to be quiet
before he ever yelled.
Knew how to read the room
like a battlefield.
Every breath,
every glance,
a calculation
to avoid the spark.

He never hit her.
Not with fists.
But silence can strangle.
And words can bleed.
He carved shame into her skin
with a whisper and a glance.

"Why do you always ruin everything?"
"No one else would love you like I do."
"You're lucky I stay."

So she stayed.
Locked in a house
that used to feel like hope,
now a cage with good curtains
and cold dinners.

She smiled in public.
Laughed on command.
But inside,
she was screaming
in a language
no one else could hear.

She stared at the tiled floor,
counting her breaths,
wondering how long it would take
to disappear completely.

And when the silence grew too heavy,
and the weight in her chest
felt sharper than fear—
she stopped counting.

She left no note.
No final words.
Just a quiet stillness
in a home full of noise.

The world kept spinning.
Neighbors waved.
Her name faded
into passing conversation.

He cried for cameras.
Blamed the stress.
Said, “She was always a little emotional.”

But the truth sat
on that bathroom floor.
In the shape of a woman
who gave everything
until there was
nothing left.

She didn’t die of heartbreak.
She didn’t die by choice.

She died
because no one believed
what he never bruised.

She died
because silence
can be louder than screams.

She died
because the cage didn’t look like one.
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