In shadows deep where silence weeps,
Lies hurt inflicted, secrets keep.
The heavy hands, the cruel intent,
Bruises bloom, hearts are rent.
The whispered cries in darkness shroud,
The pain unspoken, yet so loud.
Intentional wounds, a silent scream,
Broken souls in a shattered dream.
A touch that burns, a word that sears,
The violence masked by hidden fears.
Invisible chains, a life confined,
Scars that mar both soul and mind.
Yet hope remains, a light so small,
To heal, to rise, to break the thrall.
For every wound, a chance to mend,
A journey towards the pain’s end.