In the silence of the night, echoes of despair,Each whisper a reminder of battles waged within,A relentless tide of self-doubt and fear,In shadows cast, the heart lies thin.The mirror reflects a visage unknown,Eyes that search for solace in the void,A weary soul that walks alone,In the cacophony of self-loathing, hope destroyed.Yet beneath the surface, a flicker remains,A fragile ember yearning to ignite,A silent plea to break these chains,To rise above the consuming night.With every dawn, a chance to mend,The fractured spirit, the wounded heart,To find the strength to begin again,And from this darkness, to depart.