In the quietest hours of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
Shadows whisper secrets of fright,
And the heart begins to weep.

Anxiety’s cold grip tightens,
A storm within that never ends,
Every heartbeat fastens,
As reality distorts and bends.

Depression’s weight is heavy,
A cloak of sorrow draped around,
In a world that’s dark and dreary,
Where no solace can be found.

Yet within this endless struggle,
A glimmer of hope may gleam,
For even in the deepest troubles,
We can still dare to dream.