In the quiet of the night, where whispers dwell,
Lies a heart broken, a silent yell.
Words like daggers, unseen wounds they carve,
In the shadows of love, where true pain starves.

The facade of smiles, a mask so grand,
Hides the bruises of a cruel hand.
Echoes of cruelty, in every corner and nook,
A soul shattered, by every look.

Trust once given, now in pieces lies,
Beneath the veneer of loving eyes.
Each word a weapon, each glance a scar,
Leaving trails of hurt, no matter how far.

Yet in the stillness, a strength does grow,
From the ashes of despair, a spirit will glow.
For every shadow cast, a light will rise,
Healing the soul, beneath silent cries.