What's Left of Me Is Dying

New Poem What's left of me is dying. By Anthony Grider 6/9/18 As I stand before you, as I stand here., How can you judge me., For the rest of my life you didn't care., With closed eye's how can you see., As I fall back into my old ways leave me be. What's left of me is dying., Do you really care., On my happy days I was lying., As I stand here, as I stand here., Do you really care. You want to talk to me about what's fair., When we don't have a choice when we're born., When no one will hear our voices here., Of our depression or how our soul is torn. I'm so tired of the fighting., So tired of the lying. What's left of me is dying., Do you really care., On my happy days I was lying., I'm right here, as I stand here., Do you really care. Feels like I'm behind an unbreakable wall., Feels like someone is holding me down., The best I can do is crawl., As I pick myself off the ground. I'm tired of the fighting., So tired of the lying. What's left of me is dying., Do you really care., On my happy days I was lying., I'm right here, as I stand here., Do you really care. O'What's left of me is dying., Do you really care., On my happy days I was lying., I'm right here, as I stand here., Do you really care.