We carry wounds which no one sees,
Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference.
A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands,
Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise.

A bomb bursts, its weight unseen,
And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn.
We sit with our aching bodies,
Alone in a world that turns its back.

A sickness takes root,
And the world moves on—too busy, too full of itself.
The pain inside, a silent scream,
Drowned by the drone of disconnected lives.

Lost jobs are buried beneath an unspoken shame,
A life once valued now discarded like refuse.
We are judged by our worth,
And when that fades, we vanish from view.

The starving cry for water, for food,
Yet no one looks, no one hears.
Lifeless eyes peer out from empty streets,
And the world pretends it never saw.

Animals scream, their lives stolen,
But who listens to the broken hearts of the innocent?
They suffer in silence, just as we do,
Trapped in a cycle no one stops.

And still, we walk this earth,
Carrying all that no one understands,
Alone with our grief, our pain,
In a world that never stops to ask why.