"The Wounds Without Blood" (Humans are near, but humanity is not)

Introduction : Sometimes pain doesn’t scream, it whispers in silence, burns slowly, and hides behind the smile on a lonely face. This poem, “The Wounds Without Blood,” is born from days of sorrow, anxiety, and the feeling of being abandoned in a world full of people but empty of humanity. It speaks of loneliness, hidden suffering, and the desperate wish for comfort — not to glorify pain, but to give voice to what too many feel in silence.

This is more than just verses; it is a reflection of reality, a reminder that even in our darkest nights, faith, hope, and love can guide us back toward the light. For anyone who has ever suffered quietly, this poem is for you.

  "The Wounds Without Blood"

(Humans are near, but humanity is not)

Since the day this sorrow took my hand,

I’ve been drowning in a silent land;

Smiles may cover what eyes can’t show,

But inside I’m burning, slow… so slow.

Four days passed, yet the pain won’t fade,

It lingers like shadows where dreams are laid;

I thought time heals, but I was wrong,

The nights are heavy, the days too long.

No one asks if I’m hungry, or why,

No one sees the tears I hide when I cry;

The world walks past with blinded eyes,

Leaving me alone beneath dark skies.

I sit in silence, my room a cage,

Four walls echo with endless rage;

Water sustains me, though food is near,

But no one whispers, “Come here, my dear.”

They call it life, but it feels like death,

Pain presses down with every breath;

The truth is cold, the world’s unkind,

Compassion lost, humanity blind.

Humans exist, but hearts are gone,

Kindness vanished, love withdrawn;

Even animals show more care,

While humans wound with a ruthless stare.

If I spoke my truth, they’d laugh at me,

Call me “crazy,” mock endlessly;

So I keep my sorrows locked inside,

My pain a storm I cannot hide.

The faces I trusted turned away,

Revealing their masks in a single day;

They smiled before, but now they sneer,

Enjoying the sight of my falling tear.

Perhaps the beasts warn their young, “Beware,

For humans betray, they never care;

Stay away from their selfish schemes,

For cruelty lives in their waking dreams.”

Yet deep within, I still confess,

I long for a touch, a small caress;

A hand to hold, a hug so near,

A gentle voice to say, “Don’t fear.”

“Everything will be okay, my love,

This darkness too shall rise above;

Trust in God, though the night is long,

He’ll guide your soul and make you strong.”

But no one comes, I’m left alone,

In shadows deeper than I’ve ever known;

They’d rather break than help me rise,

They’d rather darken my weary skies.

Why can’t we choose a brighter way,

And chase the hate and grief away?

Why can’t we act like souls of light,

And leave behind this endless night?

We’re better than this, we know it well,

Yet we build for ourselves a living hell;

Instead of peace, we choose to fight,

Instead of love, we hide from light.

If only the world would finally see,

The power of hope, of unity;

To say farewell to pain and strife,

And live together a gentler life.

            —Shahzad Sulaiman

Author’s Note (Summary of My Pain) :

                                    It has been four days since this began, and I am still sad and suffering from anxiety. I thought all of this would fade with time, but it seems I was either wrong or only trying to convince myself. I have never felt such sadness before — it is heavier and more painful than it appears. It hurts slowly, quietly, but deeply. On the outside, I may look like I’m smiling and happy, but inside, I’m struggling in silence.

Right now, I feel like no one is here for me. When people saw me sad, they stepped away, and that is the hard truth of the world — people often turn away instead of drawing closer. In moments like these, I’ve realized something: humans may exist, but true humanity feels lost.

I haven’t eaten in days, only surviving on water, sitting in my quiet room alone. Not once has anyone come to simply ask me: “Are you okay? Are you hungry? Do you want to talk?” Sometimes I think how peaceful the world could be if people showed more care and kindness.

Even animals, I feel, show more compassion than we humans do at times. Sharing my pain often feels impossible, because I fear being misunderstood or laughed at. So I hold it in. Through this, I’ve seen the real faces of many — and it has taught me that while there may only be a handful who truly care, those few are more precious than anything.

Still, I long for something simple — a hand to hold, a hug, or just someone to softly say: “It’s going to be okay. Trust God, and don’t lose hope.” I don’t have that right now, but the thought of it gives me strength to keep holding on.

It makes me wonder why we can’t all just live together with more peace and respect. Why do we create problems for ourselves and for others? Why not let go of the darkness and step into the light — the light of happiness, kindness, and humanity? We don’t need to live selfishly. Deep down, I believe we are better than this, and we can change into a better and brighter version of ourselves.

Disclaimer :

This poem is based on the personal pain and anxiety I have experienced. It is not meant to harm, attack, or target any individual or group. Its purpose is to give hope and empower those who have witnessed or felt the same struggles. Please do not misuse or misinterpret this piece — it is written from the heart, to remind us that even in darkness, light still exists.

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