In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
A silent scream, a private hell,
The heart that yearns, the soul that pines,
Bound by chains, unseen confines.

A fleeting joy, a moment’s peace,
In fleeting highs, the soul’s release,
Yet darkness creeps, a silent thief,
Stealing hope, breeding grief.

The mirror’s gaze, a stranger’s face,
In hollow eyes, the soul’s disgrace,
A life consumed, a fire burned,
Lessons taught, but never learned.

To break the chains, to find the light,
In endless night, a weary fight,
Yet hope persists, a flicker bright,
To reclaim self, to end the blight.