The Art of Getting By

She thinks she's alone;
Only pain she's known.
Constant with each day,
Nothing goes her way.
Yet she keeps on a smile
While inside frowns pile.
Days become mundane;
Sanity hard to maintain.
Yet she continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
He sees them around,
But he hears no sound.
They speak their words,
but to him they're absurd.
He's lost in dark days,
when nothing goes his way.
But he won't show pains
while his mettle wanes.
Yet he continues to try.
It's the art of getting by.
We think that our pain
can never be the same.
The hurt that we feel
to others isn't real.
Truth is, we all feel hurt.
With darkness, we all flirt.
We are not so alone.
Together we're home.
We all continue to try.
It's the art of getting by.