In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with silent fright,
A heart is bruised, a soul is torn,
In a place where love’s facade is worn.

Behind closed doors, the truth is veiled,
In tears unshed and voices jailed,
The echoes of a love betrayed,
In a prison where hope has strayed.

Beneath the mask of daily grace,
Lies a story etched upon her face,
Of promises broken and trust abused,
In a world where kindness is refused.

Yet in the darkness, strength is found,
A whisper grows to a resounding sound,
For every heart that silently weeps,
A future bright, a promise keeps.