I don’t talk about the nights When the room feels way too loud I keep folding all my fears Into places no one finds It’s easier to say I’m fine Than explain the truth inside Some things hurt without a sound They don’t need a name It’s the quiet things that stay Words I never learned to say I smile, but I break somehow In ways you don’t see now It’s the quiet things I walk past familiar streets Like I’ve never been before Every memory feels thin Like it might tear me open more I don’t need to be strong tonight I don’t need to understand If I’m honest for a moment That’s enough It’s the quiet things that stay Heavy in a simple way I breathe, but I still feel numb Like I’m coming undone It’s the quiet things If I let it all spill out Would it scare the world away? Or would someone sit beside me Without trying to fix the pain It’s the quiet things that stay Even when I look okay I’m not lost, just laying low Learning how to let it go It’s the quiet things
