In the shadowed corners of a home,
Where love once bloomed and trust did grow,
Silence now speaks in whispered tones,
Hiding the pain that none should know.

Behind closed doors, the tears do fall,
Unseen bruises mark tender skin,
The heartache echoes through the hall,
A silent scream, a stifled din.

Trust, once a fortress, now lays shattered,
By hands that swore to protect and care,
The soul within feels bruised and battered,
Seeking solace in a world unfair.

Yet hope, though faint, still dares to rise,
Through the darkness, a spark of light,
For every tear, a stronger guise,
To break free from the endless night.