Not Their Storm

She sent a message, heavy with pain, Words sharp and dark she could not contain. “I hope you both rot in hell,” she signed, Words like that come from a wounded mind. Anyone who strikes that low, that deep, Is fighting battles they cannot keep. It wasn’t truth she chose to tell, Just hurt inside that broke the well. It’s not their storm, they let it pass, Holding their ground while the thunder lasts. It’s not their storm, they don’t reply, Peace is the answer, let the chaos die. Her words fell hard like dirt and stain, But they spoke more of her than any blame. And though she ran, shut the door, disappeared, It was clear she was hurting more than she appeared. It’s not their storm, they let it pass, Holding their ground while the thunder lasts. It’s not their storm, they don’t reply, Peace is the answer, let the chaos die. Maybe one day she’ll face what’s real, And find a way to start to heal. Because pain like that, if left to grow, Will only spread what she already knows. It’s not their storm, they let it pass, Holding their ground while the thunder lasts. It’s not their storm, they don’t reply, Peace is the answer, let the chaos die. From afar, a quiet grace, Hoping she finds a softer place. And mends her heart before someday She hurts someone who won’t walk away. lyrics: Hope Wolfe and Chat GPT song: Suno