The Pain of Feeling Alone

I learned to young that silence screams,

that monsters hide in trusted dreams.

The world kept spinning, none could see,

The child I was, slipped out of me.

I spoke in whispers, soft, unsure,

But truth was something hearts ignore.

They saw a smile, not the ache inside,

The frightened soul I had to hide.

Nights were heavy, days were long,

I wore my strength, pretended to be strong.

But laughter never felt the same,

It echoed loss, it carried blame.

I reached for hands that weren’t there,

Begged for someone – anywhere –

to see the cracks beneath my skin,

to love the girl I’d trapped within.

Now grown, I hold that child near,

the one the world refused to hear.

I tell her softly, “You survived.

You are still here. You are alive.”

And though the pain still finds its way,

through quiet nights and shadowed days,

I’ve learned that healing starts to bloom

each time I let her share the room.