Do you wonder?

The things that mattered don't seem important anymore,
And I no longer worry about who walks out the door,
I've had far too many goodbyes,
I've held back too many tears in my eyes,
In the end all the blame is said to be mine,
And no one cares to ask if I am fine,
Do you not wonder of the burdens I hold?
Do you not wonder of the stories I have not told?
My heart cries every night,
But you can't imagine how hard it is to keep up the fight.