Often times when I am by myself, I tend to be sad & alone,
Is that I'm worth nothing or just not grown,
I feel lost way beyond the depth of the sea,
Fighting my way back while I can't see,

I'm tired of I actually feel,
Am tired, am tired & I can't squeel,
This pain, it hurts & is just something I can't bare,
This pain, I am so un-willing to share,

My heart & mind is getting weak,
I can even feel it in the way I breathe,
Its deeper, in my own eyes I coukd view,
And I'm trying but it feels like No one cares too,

Your on your own either shout or cry,
No one there when u need them, not even to try,
Most times it would feel better to die nor feel at all,
At least I wouldn't be in this much darkness lost in the hall.
© J. Buchanan