It’s so cold outside

​​and I’m all alone

with no one here to

hold me. 

I see people every day

and they see me

drowning, suffocating.

They smile as they

push me away. 

Why can’t anyone see

the pain that I suffer?

I, the one who never


cry every day

but I don’t know why. 

No one hears my pain. 

No one sees my sorrow. 

Though I paint the canvas, 

no one can see

that the horrible thing

they’re seeing is me.