Lyric

You called it peace

Because I did not bleed out loud

You saw no weapon in my hands

And thought the war was over now

I kept my mouth

Like a locked door in a fire

Not every body on its feet

Has made it out alive

I was not forgiving you

I was running out of air

There is a kind of quiet

That means no one should come near

Don’t Trust My Silence

It is not a softer yes

It is not a clean surrender

Or proof that I was less

I swallowed every siren

Till it cut me from within

If I stop explaining pain

That does not mean you win

You wanted grace

So I gave you something still

No shattered voice, no ugly scene

No truth you had to feel

I let you leave

With your conscience looking clean

But I was standing in the wreck

Of everything I didn’t scream

Do not mistake the absence

For a wound that disappeared

Some people go the quietest

When the damage gets severe

Don’t Trust My Silence

It is not me letting go

It is anger under glass

With nowhere warm to go

I am not being gentle

I am done being understood

There is violence in restraint

When restraint is all I could

Would you have heard me

If I broke the room in two

Would you have loved me better

If I made fear out of you

I hate that I stayed graceful

I hate that you stayed kind

I hate that all my warning signs

Looked elegant from outside

Don’t Trust My Silence

It is not peace, it is control

It is every honest sentence

Buried underneath my throat

If I look almost holy

If I seem too cold to break

Remember frozen water

Still remembers how to ache