In the quiet of the night, where shadows fall,
Lies a tale of whispers, barely heard at all.
Beneath the surface, where pain resides,
Silent scars tell stories, where truth hides.

Eyes that once sparkled now dimmed by fear,
In the echo of silence, a cry is near.
Words like daggers, unseen but felt,
A heart once strong, slowly begins to melt.

Chains of control, invisible to the eye,
Binding the spirit, forcing it to comply.
The weight of hurt, a burden to bear,
Longing for freedom, gasping for air.

Yet in the dawn, a glimmer of light,
Courage awakens, ready to fight.
With every step, a voice grows strong,
Breaking the silence, where it belongs.