In the depths of despair, where shadows reside,
A haunting silence, where pain does confide.
"No body knows," the whispered refrain,
What's killing you inside, obscured by the strain.

A somber symphony, a tune of sorrow,
Playing softly within, no light to borrow.
Each breath a burden, a weight on your chest,
No body knows your anguish, your heart's unrest.

In the depths of your soul, a tempest roams,
A storm of emotions, an ache that moans.
The world may pass by, oblivious and blind,
No body knows the torment that's intertwined.

Like a thorny vine, it slowly entwines,
Suffocating your spirit, like ivy that binds.
A dance with darkness, a sorrowful waltz,
No body knows the price your soul exalts.

The colors of life now muted and gray,
As hope fades away, lost in the fray.
No body knows the depths of your despair,
The battles fought within, the burden you bear.
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