In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where shadows whisper tales of old,
Linger echoes of a pain so deep,
Carved in memories, silent and cold.

Each tear that falls, a silent scream,
From wounds that time cannot erase,
Hidden beneath a fragile smile,
Lies a sorrow we cannot face.

Nights are long, with moonless skies,
Where dreams are haunted by the past,
And every dawn, a battle fought,
To find a peace that never lasts.

Yet in the darkness, light may bloom,
A gentle hope to heal the pain,
For every scar tells a story true,
Of strength and courage to remain.