Do They Hear My Call For Help

Tears trickle down, leaving trails on my cheek

My pale face showing the hidden sadness

They couldn’t interpret, they think I’m weak

They ask if it is frustration, stress,

Is it anger, rejection, maybe laughter

They won’t understand, there’s no way they would

It happened to me, they only heard after

I wonder if they would help if they could

Do they hear my call for help?

Do they see me crying?

Do they hear my call for help?

Do they see me dying?

My tears aren’t my way of trying to complain

They are only the way I bear my pain