Nonchalant Nights

They will only see,

How nonchalant you are,

Not the endless nights,

When your pillow was soaked,

From tears falling from,

Already swollen eyes.

Those nights,

When all your friends are asleep,

And you're holding on to your pillow,

Those nights,

When you crave someone,

To be there with some hope,

To go on,

Will go unnoticed, unseen and ignored,

But your nonchalance won't be,

Until you reveal,

How you spent,

All those nights alone.