In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is wrapped in sleep,
Battles rage within the minds,
And hearts silently weep.

A whispering pain, a hidden scar,
Unseen by the passerby,
Yet deep within, it leaves its mark,
Beneath a brave facade, we cry.

Through the days of endless struggle,
With strength we try to stand,
But health, a fragile gift we hold,
Slips like grains of sand.

Let us not ignore these silent wars,
The cries for help within,
For every soul deserves the care,
To heal and start again.