What Am I Worth
t'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.
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