In shadows cast by flickering flame,

A silent struggle, a whispered name, 

Each mark is a story etched on the skin,

A battle fought where hope feels thin.

In the mirror, a stranger’s gaze,

Eyes filled with sorrow, lost in the haze,

A landscape of pain, too deep to share, 

As the heart whispers secrets too heavy to bear.

The blade reflects a painful allure,

A fleeting escape from a heart so unsure,

In the quiet of the night, when thoughts start to race, 

It beckons softly, a desperate embrace.

But the blooms in the garden still long for the sun, 

While the chain of despair weighs like a ton,

Yet even in darkness, a flicker might gleam,

A whisper of solace, a thread of a dream.

So reach through the shadows, let voices be heard,

For within the silence, there´s strength in the word, 

Though storms rage inside, and hope seems so far,

You’re more than your scars, you’re a bright, shining star.

Embrace the healing, the struggle that binds,

There’s beauty in battles, and peace in the finds.

For every moment, though heavy you tread, 

Can lead to a dawn where light breaks ahead.

The author expressed that this poem is meant to be seen as a reminder that no one is alone in their struggles, and that mental health is very serious; you never know what someone is going through.