Ted Hughes

Who was there to weep when you wept?
Who was there to listen while every ear was lent to the other?
It was better to be dead than alive.
You waited then, till you died, to give your defense.
Your grief was only yours to bear, who was able to share?
Demonized, ostracized, you silently kept it within because,
Only you could truly understand,
the pain of loving someone
impossible to love.