Next time you pass somebody,
Remember,
They may look at you,
But all they see is an empty shadow.
They don't notice
The pain behind your eyes,
Or the bruises on your legs,
Or the cuts on your wrist,
Hidden by long sleeves,
And bracelets,
They don't notice how silently you are suffering,
From a broken heart,
That not even a warm hug,
Or a soothing voice,
Or even your favorite song could heal
They don't notice,
How you wobble when you walk,
Or the way you slur your speech,
Because you stayed up late last night,
Cutting the pain away,
And when you disappear,
They will lie,
And say they noticed you.
