In the shadows of the mind, a storm brews silent and unseen,
Whispers of doubt, fears that scream, in a world between dreams.
A heart that aches, yet no tears fall, a soul in quiet despair,
Lost in the labyrinth of thoughts, gasping for air.

The dawn breaks, but the night remains, a darkness deep inside,
Faces smile, but the eyes reveal a truth that cannot hide.
A mask is worn, to shield the pain, to blend into the crowd,
Yet the weight of sorrow pulls them down, like a heavy shroud.

Courage found in fragile moments, a strength that’s often missed,
To face the day, to rise again, in a world so cruel and brisk.
Each step a victory, each breath a triumph, unseen by those around,
A warrior’s heart, though battle-worn, stands firm upon the ground.

Hope flickers like a distant star, a guide through the darkest night,
In the silent struggle of the mind, where shadows dim the light.
With every dawn, a new beginning, a chance to heal and find,
That in the depths of mental illness, there’s still a resilient mind.