A pain that lingers, a wound that won't heal,
A constant reminder of what once was real.
Though time may pass, and memories may fade,
The ache within remains, an unending shade.

The heart, once full of love and light,
Now heavy with sorrow, weighed down by endless night.
The mind, once clear, now clouded and gray,
As the world's cruel hand has shaped and molded away.

The spirit, once free, now bound by chains,
As the wounds...