Echoes of the Unheard

 In the silence of his room, he sits,

A boy whose heart no one admits.
No warmth from parents, no guiding hand,
In a world that forgets to understand.

He dreams of a place where love might bloom,
But finds only shadows in his small, dark room.
The whispers of others pass him by,
He asks for help, but no one replies.

No one to turn to, no one to see,
The pain inside, the yearning to be free.
The streets are loud, but the loneliness is loudest,
In a crowd of faces, he feels the softest.

His cries go unheard, his hopes fade thin,
In a life where no one asks where he's been.
A child lost in a world so cold,
His heart aching, too tired to be bold.

He longs for a hand to hold him tight,
But there's no one around to make it right.
His dreams feel distant, his path unclear,
A lonely boy with no one near.

He wanders alone through the storm and the rain,
Hoping one day, someone will ease his pain.