#ChildhoodTrauma #EarlyStrings #EmotionalAbuse #LearnedSilence #HiddenControl #InvisibleStrings © 2026 Sashariel | DIVIDED HORIZONS (www.divided-horizons.de) DIVIDED HORIZONS (DꖾS) is a solo project by Sashariel. Original songs are written and creatively directed by Sashariel, with AI-assisted instrumentation and vocals used as creative tools. ************ Album: PUPPETEERS, Track #5 Album Link: https://suno.com/playlist/f2bb256b-76b5-45ee-9e2a-ce0ebd16ec97 ************ [VERSE 1] You’d think she’s just well behaved. That’s the word they use. Back straight on the carpet, dolls lined in careful rows, as if order could hold the room together. She smooths their dresses twice. Moves their arms gently. Keeps one ear turned toward the hallway. The room goes still before it actually does. [PRE-CHORUS] She doesn’t watch the clock. She watches the door. Counts silence like other children count stars. [CHORUS] The quietest child in the room learned how to stay that way. Still hands. Measured breath. The quietest child in the room moves like something held from above not enough to see the threads, just enough to feel them. [VERSE 2] No fairy tales here. Only footsteps. There’s a way the floorboards sound when someone walks too fast. There’s a shift in the air before a hand moves. She knows the difference between footsteps. Knows which ones mean don’t speak. Knows that tears make things worse. So she keeps her face very calm. [PRE-CHORUS] Her hands don’t shake. They freeze. Like if she moves too suddenly, something in the house might snap. [CHORUS] The quietest child in the room knows silence keeps her safe. Knows how to bend before the pull begins. The quietest child in the room plays gentle with her dolls as if the right small movement might keep the strings from tightening. [BRIDGE] Years later they’ll call her strong. Independent. Old soul. They won’t see how she still reads every face before she speaks. How she still braces when love gets close. She doesn’t remember when she learned it. Only that she did. Some threads don’t show. They settle under the skin. [FINAL CHORUS] The quietest child in the room never really left. She grew taller. Still careful. Still precise. The quietest child in the room moves like something held from above not enough to see the threads, just enough to never forget them. [OUTRO] The dolls on the carpet never had a choice. She did. She just learned to move the same way. And even now she’s still.... ...the quietest child in the room.
