Day 2 of Writing Poems Until someone tells me I helped them:(invisible) still show up with a smile on my face, While losing a battle nobody can trace. I laugh when they laugh, I play my part, While pain makes a home in the halls of my heart. I used to care deeply, I'd always stay, With the kid eating lunch all alone every day. Now surviving myself takes all that I've got, And some days I wonder if I'm losing the plot. I'm tired of the compliments hiding a sting, Tired of pretending that I'm handling things. I miss who I was before I grew numb, Before I learned silence could make me come undone. But maybe she's not gone, just buried from sight. Maybe she's waiting beyond one more night. And if I can find her, I'll learn how to live again— Not just survive. (If you have any poem suggestions to your situation to help LMKKK)