Beneath the surface of a smileâs grace,
Lies a shadowed world, a darker place.
Intentional wounds, a silent scream,
Echoing through the corridors of a dream.
In the heart’s chamber, sorrow resides,
Hidden beneath layers, where pain hides.
A cry for help, unheard and unseen,
Lost in the void, where despair has been.
Bruises and scars tell tales untold,
Stories of strength, of hearts so bold.
Yet, the silence speaks louder than words,
In the quiet night, where anguish is heard.
Healing is a journey, a winding road,
Through valleys of grief, where tears have flowed.
Yet, hope is a beacon, a guiding light,
To mend the wounds, and end the fight.