***
She cried for help—
but no one heard her plea.
What did I do so wrong?
She whispered to the void,
yet still
nobody listened.
Why am I in such pain?
A pain
not marked by scars—
invisible,
yet unbearable.
Why me?
Why me?
She wept,
searching for answers
in the silence.
What did I do so wrong?
But the silence
only grew louder.
You were my friends,
she thought.
But they were gone—
vanished,
leaving her behind
in her despair.
Am I truly
such a burden?
She sobbed.
What did I do so wrong?
But no one replied.
No answers came.
Now she hides,
shrouded in shame,
alone
with the weight
of unanswered cries.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
***
She cried for help—
but no one heard her plea.
What did I do so wrong?
She whispered to the void,
yet still
nobody listened.
Why am I in such pain?
A pain
not marked by scars—
invisible,
yet unbearable.
Why me?
Why me?
She wept,
searching for answers
in the silence.
What did I do so wrong?
But the silence
only grew louder.
You were my friends,
she thought.
But they were gone—
vanished,
leaving her behind
in her despair.
Am I truly
such a burden?
She sobbed.
What did I do so wrong?
But no one replied.
No answers came.
Now she hides,
shrouded in shame,
alone
with the weight
of unanswered cries.
Nobody Listened is part of my spoken poetry theme, it explores the silent pain of feeling unseen and unheard. Through the voice of someone searching for answers in the quiet, the poem reflects the loneliness of abandonment and the weight of unspoken suffering that so many carry behind closed doors.
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