In the quiet hours of night,
A battle wages deep inside,
A mind lost in its own plight,
Where self-love dares not reside.

Mirrors reflect a shadowed soul,
A whispering voice that takes its toll,
Fighting to find a glimmering goal,
Yet drowning in waves that endlessly roll.

Words unsaid carve scars unseen,
In the heart where doubts convene,
Seeking solace in what has been,
Longing for peace in the in-between.

Yet through the storm, hope gently calls,
A reminder that even the darkest falls,
Can lead to light beyond these walls,
Where self-love blooms and fear dissolves.