In the quiet corners of a shattered heart,
Lies the echo of words, heavy and dark.
Whispers that wound, unseen by the eye,
The silent storm that makes the soul cry.

A smile that hides the deepest despair,
The mask of strength worn with care.
Each day a battle, a war within,
A fight against shadows, so hard to win.

The scars invisible, yet so profound,
A delicate soul, tightly bound.
Bound by fear, by pain, by doubt,
Seeking a way, a path to break out.

But hope still flickers, a fragile light,
A dream of peace, of reclaiming the night.
To rise from ashes, to heal and be free,
From the silent storm, to finally be me.