In shadows deep, where silence screams,
We carve our pain and shatter dreams.
With hands that tremble, swords of strife,
We etch the marks of a wounded life.

The mirror cracks, reflecting fears,
Unspoken cries, the hidden tears.
Through veils of dusk, we hide our scars,
Yet they remain like distant stars.

A dance with sorrow, a waltz with pain,
The cycle spins, again, again.
In every cut, a story’s told,
Of hearts left broken, spirits cold.

But in the end, what have we gained?
A tapestry of grief and pain.
Let’s heal these wounds, from deep within,
And let the light of hope begin.