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 am I worth.
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Heartless poems book 1
PoetryThese are poems that I wrote and am still writing. Most of these have to deal with depression, suicide, or just wanting an escape. Check out my second poem book "heartless poems book 2", I know. Such and original title. THESE ARE MY HANDWRITTEN POEM...