The Reason This Hurts so Much

I am the wind with no whistle,
too weak to be noticed.

I am a branch with no thistle,
too weak to get retribution.

I am the sun with no heat,
too weak to spread joy.

I am the rain with no beat,
too weak to be heard.

I am the ground with no grass,
too weak to be beautiful.

I am a river with no bass,
too weak to find stability.

I am the me without you,
too weak to defend myself.