Strong curse?

I hold their pain, 

I stand so strong,  

But when I break, 

no one’s along. 

I hide the hurt, 

I don’t complain,  

So they won’t feel 

the silent strain.

A piece of me 

drifts far away,  

To keep the night 

from turning gray. 

Still here, I heal, 

though out of sight—  

The quiet strength 

that bears the fight.