It hurts

It hurts when you walk past, I feel as if I am but a hollow face

That I don’t exist in this world

I can understand but my heart bleeds

How kind do I need to be

How low should I get before I am accepted by you

I am not someone who is mentally ill, that’s not me

My brain is working, it’s been tried and tested and sealed with approval of love

Yet I feel very alone and judged

It’s my body which is not working but life goes on even for people with no face

Just a ‘Hi’ and ‘Goodbye’ would mean so much

I looked high and I looked low

I looked in heaven and I looked in hell

I looked behind every tree and under every stone

I couldn’t find anyone who wanted a friend for free

It’s so sad, I was not always just a soul with a shallow face

I always have an open door and a smile to spare

Not every chronic illness has a proper name

Not every mental illness is a danger to society

Everyone needs a friend or two

I and you cannot see their heart breaking from inside

You cannot see their heart breaking

So they keep their love, they hide it so no one can hurt them