Today I feel a hollow ache,
Like all my strength is just a fake.
Who really loves me? I start to doubt—
In this silence, I scream and shout.
My mother cares, but does she know,
Her sons get love while I lay low?
It feels like Dad has turned away,
Like handing me off was just his way.
My brothers love me when they choose,
Based on their moods, it’s hard to lose.
My lover left, thinking it was right,
And my husband wants my cash, not my light.
He takes my money for things he wants,
But where’s the love when the world haunts?
No support—emotionally, spiritually, or more,
Just a weary heart behind a closed door.
I’m drained of joy, left feeling small,
For people I thought cared, for family, for all.
My son’s too young to see my fight,
Caught in a storm, struggling for light.
But deep inside, a spark remains,
A flicker of hope amid the pain.
I long to feel alive once more,
To know the warmth of love’s embrace,
To lift my spirit, to find my place.
I want to laugh, to dance, to sing,
To feel the joy that love can bring.
If only someone could see my heart,
And remind me that I’m not apart—
How will I survive this heavy load?
Why am I here on this rugged road?
What’s the point of pushing through?
When it feels like no one cares, not even a few.
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