Whispers

Whispers
By Val Leah Clark

Help is said in a whisper
and pain is in between the smiles
You have sat here alone, and waiting
much too long
you write of loneliness like a pro
there isn't a thing that you don't know
.......about being alone
Why don't you love?
Why don't you cry?
Instead you sit and slowly die
and what, what is so wrong about you
Can everyone see?
Can everyone hear?
maybe you are not as silent as you think