morning musings

w o r t h

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.

-Joel