In whispers cold, the night reveals,
A heart constrained by silent deals.
With tender words that cut and bruise,
The gentle soul begins to lose.

A smile that hides the pain inside,
Behind closed doors where shadows bide.
The echo of a love once pure,
Now tangled in a cruel allure.

Each gentle touch a heavy chain,
Binding with a subtle stain.
Promises like fragile glass,
Shattered dreams that cannot pass.

Yet through the tears, a flicker grows,
A strength within that softly glows.
To break the chains, to rise anew,
A voice that whispers, “I am true.”