I can feel them building up behind my closed eyes,
leaking steadily down my cheeks,
followed by a shuddering sigh.
Quickly I wipe them away
And try not to cry.
Trying to hold it all together,
Maintain the appearance
Of being strong.
When everyone else is depending on me
And I'm dying a little inside each day.
Who's gonna have my back?
Who's gonna be my shoulder
To cry on?
Who will be there when my knees tremble and knock,
Then finally give out all together?
Who will be there to pick me up
Off the floor?
No one, that's who-
Cause I am all alone.
-MS
