Here I sit invisible, in plain view.
Out loud I cry, yet inaudible to you.
No wonder you don’t see my pain, But with the simplest of tasks I constantly strain.
You say I don’t tell you how I feel, that my pain I don’t share, no I do tell you, no matter how hard it is for me bear.
I’m in audible.
You don’t see me, refuse to hear me, yet my suffering doesn’t relent. I thank God for those few that do though, they have to be heaven sent.
Lord, I still truly thank you even though is quite lonely and frustrating living this life, invisibly and inaudibly me.
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