Care Enough

Anger grasps hold
of my very soul,
It strikes my heart,
Branding it with hurt.
No one seems to listen,
not one person.
Storms rage,
yet I am not in the middle.
I am a sad story,
moved to the side
of my loved ones lives.
I am not favorable
in their sight,
I'm just there,
here.
I care,
Care deeply
about their well being,
but I am not blessed
to have their care.
My battle,
My war of life,
maybe death,
is filled with animosity.
But still,
all will be the same,
because not one person
cares enough
to fight with me.