The pain I feel doesn\'t come from a sprain,
It\'s the kind you feel in the pouring rain.
The pain I feel comes with a loss,
The kind that usually comes at a cost.
It\'s silent at night, yet loud in my chest,
It steals my sleep, denies me rest.
Not bruises or breaks, but wounds unseen,
A shadow that lingers where light has been.
A heart once full now echoes hollow,
Each step I take feels hard to follow.
I smile for the world, but inside I ache,
Carrying grief I can\'t seem to shake.
But even in sorrow, there\'s strength I find,
In memories held and love left behind.
The pain may stay, but so will I—
Still standing beneath a heavy sky.