In shadows deep where silence grows,
A heart beats soft, yet no one knows.
With veins that ache, it speaks in pain,
But whispers, “OK, no problem” again.
A vessel worn, yet still it strives,
Through empty nights and broken lives.
It bears the weight of unspoken fears,
And drowns in rivers made of tears.
But through it all, it keeps its pace,
Hiding cracks upon its face.
A bleeding heart, unseen, untold,
Wrapped in a lie that feels so cold.
"OK, no problem," it repeats once more,
While quietly bleeding from its core.
