In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall,
Lies a heart that trembles, barely standing tall.
Whispers of despair dance upon the air,
A soul cries out, yet no one seems to care.

The hands that should have offered gentle grace,
Instead have left a mark upon this place.
Bruises fade, but memories remain,
A silent scream, a never-ending pain.

Eyes once bright now clouded with fear,
Seeking refuge, a place to shed a tear.
The world outside seems both close and far,
Each day a struggle, each night a scar.

Yet within the darkness, a spark endures,
A hope that someday, healing will ensure.
Courage will rise, and strength will bloom,
Breaking free from the shadows of this room.