Hidden Emotion...

It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth.

Sometimes even harder to deal 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.