My heart has been wounded,
no solace in sight.
No arms offer comfort.
Nor ears hear my plight.

No eyes see my discomfort.
No heart touched by my pain.
Profoundly alone.
Steadily going insane.

Lips mouthing voices.
Ears hearing whispers and screams.
Or is that the sound,
of shattered dreams?

Lungs struggle to breathe.
Mind barely aware.
If I died tomorrow,
would anyone really care?