Another Silent Cry

The darkness is knocking again.  
I could scream for help,  
but no one around me has ears  
and the sound will eventually  
stick in my throat.  
I could drown in the unmet intentions  
before anyone noticed.  
 
No one really misses  
What they only want to dream of.  
A ghost of desires,  
a hope of warmth,  
I stand invisible before  
your lack of belief.  
 
My only words ever heard  
are the ones that give comfort.  
Such is the burden of those  
with strong shoulders.  
My curse,  
that my cries will fall  
to no more  
than the coming darkness,  
As the rest walk away with their smile.  
Another satisfied customer.  
 
The only friends  
I am left to count  
in the end  
are my tears.