After all the long nights
Of yelling and long fights,
The quiet is strange
And slightly terrifying.
After all the long days
Of crying and walking away,
Sitting still is both tiring and weakening.
And it scares me.
Now the quiet rings in my ears.
And the stillness makes me dizzy.
Now I've got my voice back.
And I don't sound like myself.
Now my eyes feel dry.
This is strange.
So strange,
Being alone.
So strange,
That I'm on my own.
So strange.
The quiet has never been so loud.
