You Do Not Need to Script Your Survival

You stand before the glass at four in the morning, whispering the words that will let you slip away without hurting anyone. You rehearse the softness, the apology, the exit line that carries no blame for them.

You are trying to be so gentle that you disappear instead of leaving. But the light does not need your performance of peace.

It sees the panic behind your eyes, the fear that your honesty will be a weapon. In this darkest hour, you do not have to script your survival.

The One who knows you has already seen the exit and the entrance, and neither requires a speech. You are not responsible for managing the feelings of those you must leave to save yourself.

The truth you are hiding is not a stone; it is bread. Break it.

Let them eat. Your freedom is not a crime.