Does my pain matter? Will the pain stop? Will my heart beat again? Will food taste the same, or just bland? Am I the one to blame? For my hurt has turned into shame. Will I be able to listen to that song again? Will the noise of my life shattering end? Will I continue to suffer every day? Will the song of heartbreak remain on replay? What am I to do? What am I to say? This hurt has a hold on me, my pain you can’t relate. Have you ever experienced death and remained alive? It’s the best way to express my pain inside. I smile, I cry, and let things slide. I want to be rescued, even though I hide. Tell me, can you hear my pain? Tell me, you see my tears. Don’t ignore my cry, for being ignored is what I fear; Though I try to hold it in, my eyes are full of tears. I feel locked out, scratching to get back in. A day without disdain is considered a win, Yet I feel like I lost my friend. Are you gone—I mean truly gone? The loss of you is beyond my ability to gra...