She likes the calm more than the crowd,
Soft thoughts, not voices, clear and loud.
She steps back when the world feels fast,
Letting heavy moments pass.
She stops replying, fades away,
Not because she doesn’t care.
She just needs space, a little time,
To sort her heart, to clear her mind.
She sits with silence ,feels it deep,
Finds some peace where others sleep.
Thinking slow, rebuilding small,
Learning she’s not lost at all.
She’ll return when she feels whole,
With steadier breath, a lighter soul.
Quiet doesn’t mean she’s gone
She’s just healing, moving on.
Soft thoughts, not voices, clear and loud.
She steps back when the world feels fast,
Letting heavy moments pass.
She stops replying, fades away,
Not because she doesn’t care.
She just needs space, a little time,
To sort her heart, to clear her mind.
She sits with silence ,feels it deep,
Finds some peace where others sleep.
Thinking slow, rebuilding small,
Learning she’s not lost at all.
She’ll return when she feels whole,
With steadier breath, a lighter soul.
Quiet doesn’t mean she’s gone
She’s just healing, moving on.
