Trust

Do I worth that!!

8/30/20251 min read

A Prayer from the Untrusted

I don’t know if I can be trusted. And maybe that’s the most painful part—not knowing. Not being told. Just being erased.

This year, I asked her for something small. A picture in WhatsApp. Not to possess, not to pry—just to see her. But instead of sharing, she removed even the old one. And I stood there, staring at the blank space where her face used to be. God, why? Why does it feel like I’ve become someone unworthy of even a memory?

I keep asking myself—have I ever harmed her? No. I’ve been careless, yes. Selfish, maybe. But never cruel. Never dishonest. I never touched her world with malice. Then why this silence? Why this stone wall that grows taller each day?

I’ve minimized everything—messages, calls, even thoughts. But sometimes, the pain is louder than discipline. And in those moments, I send her a message. Not to beg. Not to intrude. Just to whisper, “I still can't live without her”.

I tell her everything, it was like a habit to me. When I update this website, I imagine her reading it. I don’t know if she ever does. But I write anyway—because I want to stop talking to her, even in absence. I consider this website as her, her memory does not talk but close to me.

God, you know me. You know my intentions. But she doesn’t trust me. And that truth cuts deeper than any blade.

If I am truly so wrong, then send me away to hell. Let me fall into the silence of death I deserve. Let another soul rise in my place—one that brings joy. I’ve had enough.

God, I’m asking for a mercy. For the complete closure by death. For the dignity of being seen, even if only as a mistake.

Trust is a fragile thing. And maybe I broke it without knowing. But I still pray for her happiness but forgive me and make me disappear completely.