In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where thoughts like whispers dwell,
A weight unseen yet deeply felt,
A silent, echoing knell.

Beneath the smiles we wear each day,
A storm of doubts may brew,
The pressure builds, an unseen tide,
As we brave the endless view.

In the stillness of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
We wrestle with the shadows cast,
In solitude, we weep.

Yet in the dawn’s first gentle glow,
Hope rises with the sun,
For even in the darkest hour,
The battle can be won.