In the quiet corners of a wounded heart,Words unspoken etch their silent art.Invisible chains that bind and break,Leaving echoes of pain in their wake.Beneath the surface, a storm silently brews,A world of sorrow hidden from view.The subtle dagger of a careless phrase,Turns bright mornings into shadowed days.Trust shattered like fragile glass,The echoes of voices from the past.In the mind’s labyrinth, one wanders lost,A heavy burden, a personal cost.Yet in the darkness, a light may gleam,A whisper of hope, a distant dream.For even the deepest scars can heal,When truth is spoken and hearts reveal.