A road paved with memories of pain,
Thoughts that won’t let go,
Trapped in the vault of my mind.
I search for what's wrong—
But pain speaks in silence.

It either builds or breaks.
It becomes a weapon,
Where emotions stay locked.
I try to return
To a path long forgotten.
They say there’s light
At the tunnel’s end...
But what if there isn’t?

So I searched within—
To carve hope
From my own emptiness.
The pain was real,
But the scars were illusions
Time refused to heal.

When I almost gave up,
A voice found me.
A whisper turned into light—
A flicker I never saw before.

My illusions faded.
Strength rose.
Not because I was healed—
But because I chose to rise.

The tunnel wasn’t endless.
Just darker
Than I was ready for.