Seen by a Lonely Wall

Echoing off the lonely wall
a broken voice whimpers small
slowly louder, its decibels climb
screaming, sobbing, passing time
chest rising then falling once more
angry tears splash on the floor
sweater clutched tight, hiding the pain
a tormented mind you cannot feign
lone wall and lone figure, both live in grey
in solitary silence each pass their day
so much injustice, with bitter consent
all of your smiles are out just on rent
but the world still turns with a unique will
not caring who it praises or kills
talking at night to no one but you
questions are plentiful, answers are few
no one responds when you shout at the sky
not even after your last broken sigh
nothing matters in this state
living, dying, love and hate
all are equal in hardened eyes
that see through the shattered heart inside
hating the tears but knowing their real
away from the wall the grey figure steals
cheeks flushed and wet
jaw will be set
facing the world, not the wall
is the hardest of all