In silent whispers, the night does cry,
Stories buried where shadows lie.
Hands meant to nurture, turned to harm,
The bitter betrayal of love’s warm charm.

A daughter's laughter, now a muted plea,
Chains of silence, longing to break free.
A mother’s bruises, hidden with care,
A world indifferent, unaware.

Each scar, a scream etched deep in skin,
Each tear, a...