I hear the battered breathe of the voiceless and the cries of those who roam empty hallways after hours

I see the invisible pain of those who haven't yet learned to speak and the neglect of those who hide in the dark

I feel the loneliness in the one's who claim solitude is just me and the tears behind every smiley face sent

I remember the words typed that were true but then erased and replaced by "I'm great" how everything isn't as black and white as it seems

I know what invisible means to most...cant be seen and it's the invisible that's actually more clear then the visible

Silence is the loudest cry for help...