I don’t leave for attention—I leave coz stayin' feels like suffocating in a room with no windows. I smile, nod, even laugh... while something inside me breaks quietly. I vanish without warning coz trying to explain this emptiness feels pointless. No one really listens. They hear words, but not the weight behind them. The truth is, there’s a war in my head—loud, cruel, and endless. And I’m exhausted from trying to survive battles no one even knows I’m fighting. So I isolate. I disappear. Because silence hurts less than being misunderstood. And honestly, some storms aren’t meant to be shared—they’re meant to consume...