In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep,
Lies the pain unspoken, buried far too deep.
Intentional wounds, they silently scream,
In the hearts of many, they shatter the dream.

With every silent tear, and every hidden scar,
The echoes of their cries, they travel far.
In the darkness of despair, hope seems too thin,
For those who bear the weight, of pain within.

The hands that cause the harm, leave marks unseen,
Yet the soul remembers, where it has been.
Through the veil of anguish, a plea for release,
From the chains of torment, to find some peace.

Let us be the light, in the deepest night,
To heal the wounded hearts, and end the fight.
With compassion and care, let love be our guide,
To mend the broken spirits, and stand by their side.