It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth.
Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt.
To feel like no one's there during all my pain.
I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain.
I struggle through the days, with no one at my side,
To find some sort of worth, to save a little pride.
But all my days are dark, stormy, cold and gray,
And emptiness keeps growing as I slowly fade away.
I have no effort left to put into this life,
No helping hand behind me to pull me to the light.
So once again I ask, before I leave this Earth,
Tell me, if you care, exactly what I'm worth.
Reaching Out For Someone To Care
I know that my post is late, but I hope--by some miracle--you will discover it. I am much older than you, and I, too, have experienced a life that is void of human companionship. It is my...
Worth
Published by Family Friend Poems September 2016 with permission of the Author.
Advertisement
I relate so much to what you say. Like you, I am holding on for dear life on a fine thread that cuts with each movement I make. I try to wear the smiling and happy masks. I'm skating on very fine ice that melts with every sunrise.