Behind closed doors, where shadows play,
We wear our masks, pretending all is well,
Yet hearts are heavy, words left unsaid,
In our sacred space, a silent hell.

Whispered arguments, a hidden tear,
The love we shared feels distant, cold,
Through fragile smiles and weary eyes,
The cracks in us begin to unfold.

The weight of whispers, the burdened sigh,
In our hearts, a longing for peace,
To mend the broken, heal the wound,
For the silent struggles to cease.

Let us find strength, in unity and grace,
To face the shadows, and let light in,
To rebuild our home, with love anew,
Where family bonds can once again begin.