In the shadows of my mind, pain resides,
A silent storm that never subsides.
It whispers secrets of wounds unseen,
In the darkest corners where I’ve been.

Each heartbeat echoes with a silent scream,
As memories shatter like a broken dream.
The scars I carry, deep and wide,
Are the remnants of battles fought inside.

Tears fall like rain on a barren field,
Each drop a testament to wounds unhealed.
The nights are long, the days are gray,
As I navigate through this endless fray.

Yet in this pain, a strength is found,
In every tear and every wound.
For though I bleed and though I cry,
I rise again, and I will not die.