In the quiet corners of a weary soul,
Shadows dance, whispering tales untold.
Echoes of laughter now ghosts in the dark,
A silent symphony, a melancholic mark.

Each step feels heavy, burdened with despair,
Dreams once vibrant now fade into thin air.
Time moves slowly, a relentless tide,
With no solace, no place to hide.

The world outside continues to spin,
While inside, a battle fights to begin.
Faces pass by, but none truly see,
The unseen scars, the silent plea.

Hope, a distant star in an endless night,
Flickers faintly, a glimmering light.
Though shadows linger, and the heart feels cold,
Within their depths, a story unfolds.