I choose silence over
confrontation. I pull back, not
because I don't care, but
because I'm terrified of letting
my words do damage l can't
take back. I don't want to hurt
anyone, but the truth is, I can't
always explain why I'm hurting
either. So I stay quiet, hoping
the storm inside me will pass,
hoping l'll find the right words
eventually. But sometimes, the
silence itself feels like a burden
—like it's cutting me off from people I care about.



















