The Feeling

Why is it that,
No tears I cry?
Such pain is felt,
If only to die.

Dying on the inside,
Decaying of the brain,
Depression sets in,
No longer completely sane.

No one seems to care,
The hurt is so immense,
No sympathy or understanding,
Life bears no sense.

No love is received,
So empty I feel,
No scars are showing,
For the wounds will not heal.