Whispers carried into the night.

Shadows creeping filled with delight.

Angered words thrown in your face.

A battered spirit left in disgrace.

You hide from the pain you feel inside.

But no more tears they've all been cried.

Shadows with claws seem to tear apart.

What little is left of your broken heart.

Each day goes slowly, but always ends.

You seem to shrug it off, or playing pretend.

A battle fought that you can't win.

The blaming yourself soon begins.

Life for you is dark and cold.

There's no one left to hold.

Onward you move through your day.

Stubborn heart refuses to sway.

For you never give up you do your part.

Even as the shadows claw at your heart.