In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows whisper tales untold,
A heart once pure, now full of fright,
Seeks solace from the pain it holds.
The bruises fade, but scars remain,
A testament to battles fought,
In silent screams and hidden pain,
A soul is lost, a life distraught.
Beneath the surface, fear resides,
A constant ghost that haunts the mind,
Yet, through the darkness, hope abides,
A fragile thread thatâs hard to find.
But strength is born from depths of sorrow,
And courage rises from despair,
For even in the bleakest morrow,
Loveâs light can pierce through any tear.