In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
Intentions weave their cruel spell.
A heart once bright, now torn apart,
By hands that chose to break and scar.

The echoes of a silent plea,
Reside in scars the eye can’t see.
In every tear, a story hides,
Of battles fought on the inside.

The world looks on with blinded eyes,
Ignoring cries that reach the skies.
A call for peace, a yearning cry,
For solace where the wounded lie.

Yet hope remains, a gentle light,
To mend the wounds of endless night.
In strength and love, we find our way,
To heal the hurt and face the day.