I wear my scars like silent screams,
Dark echoes trapped inside my dreams.
Beneath the cracks, a hollowed beat,
Where pain and shadow coldly meet.

I’ve been a storm, a ruthless sea,
Drowning in my own debris.
Each bruise a chain, each fall a scar
A prisoner behind bars.

I bend but break, I bleed unseen,
A fragile ghost trapped in between.
Worn and shattered, still I stand—
A broken sword in trembling hands.

The nights are black, no stars to guide,
A void where hope has long since died.
My soul a grave, my thoughts decay,
A ruin slowly washed away.

In every tremble, every tear,
There’s rage too fierce to disappear.
So let the world look on and say
I’m lost within my own decay.

I wear the weight of silent cries,
Invisible beneath the lies.
A hollow heart, a cursed refrain
Forever bound in endless pain.