In the shadows where we hide our pain,
Lies a scream that echoes in silent refrain.
A wound not seen, but deeply felt,
Intentional injuries, where darkness dwells.
The dagger of words, the blade of neglect,
Pierces the heart with intent, direct.
Invisible scars, stories untold,
A silent cry in a world so cold.
Hands that should heal, instead they harm,
Creating storms from what should be calm.
In the mirror, the reflection we see,
Is a fractured soul begging to be free.
Yet hope remains in the darkest night,
A spark of love, a beacon of light.
To mend the wounds, to heal the soul,
To break the chains and make us whole.