Lonely in the dark

i can hear the faint sound

of tears hitting the ground.

im in the distance

but feel like I’m right there.

so young but so sad

they wish to be left alone

but that’s just the fear

of getting close.

their cries are loud

their pain is real.

they pretend they’re happy

dont want to draw attention

everyone walks by

not blinking an eye

continuing to ignore

the silent despair of

those who weep alone.

living in their world

without imperfections and flaws.

the voices are many

the voices are loud

but none of the voices

are for the ones

that have no voice.