Invisible Pain

I call, but silence answers back,  

Familiar faces turn away,  

Their eyes find strangers in the crowd,  

While mine are left in disarray.

I stumble, fall, and rise alone,  

With hope they'll see my open hand,  

But they are busy giving warmth,  

To lives outside this broken land.

They watch me bleed from wounds they missed,  

My cries, they’ve chosen not to hear,  

Instead, they offer love and grace,  

To strangers who were never near.

Perhaps their hearts were never mine,  

Perhaps their warmth was never meant,  

For family’s just a hollow word,  

When love is something they won't spend.

I’ll stitch the pieces of my heart,  

Alone, where no one else will tread,  

For in the end, I’ll be my strength,  

Invisible threads I’ve always shed.