In shadows cast by silent screams, Where pain and hatred weave dark dreams, Lonely echoes trace the scars, Under cold and distant stars. In whispers lost on empty air, A soul wrestles with despair, Tears blend with crimson shades, As self-inflicted sorrow fades. In the depths where echoes die, A solitary heart does cry, Seeking light in endless night— A flicker, faint, of hope’s respite. Though nobody may hear or see, In the darkness, you are free; To find the strength, to rise above, And claim the healing touch of love.