If I did not wake, would anybody care?
If I wasn’t at the table, would they notice I wasn’t there?
If I shed a tear, would they wipe it dry?
Does it bother anyone to see me cry?
My light is fading, can anyone see?
Do I exist, does anyone know that it’s me?
I make a meal and they all eat.
I wash the clothes and fold them all neat.
But if I didn’t would they know I was gone?
Who would cross the divide that has been drawn?
Who will rescue me from this great divide?
Would anyone notice if I had died?
The pain surfaces causing a void,
Speaking my thoughts causes all to be annoyed,
So I stay silent and turn my feelings within,
The demands that are made, are always met with a grin,
No one can tell that I am dying inside,
No one cares for the oceans of tears I have cried,
In silence, I suffer awaiting the dawn,
When no one will notice this woman is gone.