I curl into a ball to cope as the screams and noise is unbearable,
my pain that ravishes within and burst into miserable silence.
People seem not to understand because it's not their dilemma.
You see , there are others going through some things.
They are out there for whom it was meant for, I assume it's possible
I long to listen to the talk of how I was truly missed.
For everything is unsure and I don't know what to do or say on this particular day.