In the quiet of the night, I sit alone,
Shadows creeping, whispering in a mournful tone.
The weight of the world rests upon my chest,
In solitude, I find no rest.

Dark clouds hover over my weary mind,
Seeking light, yet it’s so hard to find.
In the mirror, a stranger’s face I see,
Lost in a void, longing to be free.

Echoes of laughter, now faded and gone,
In this desolate place, I am withdrawn.
The silence is loud, a deafening cry,
In the arms of loneliness, I lie.

Yet, somewhere in this abyss of despair,
A glimmer of hope flickers, faint but rare.
For in the darkest hours, we often find,
The strength to heal, and peace of mind.