I hate when its this time...
When I feel so low and start to loose my glow...
The feeling of not being heard and unseen...
Wishing I could live my life in a dream...
A feeling of being under valued but I know i'm worthy...

Having to make sacrifices as I feel its my duty...
But selfish because I do it to not loose people its utter cruelty...
Having no one too look and dig deep...
Having to wear a visage has become such a feat...

No one to see the pain and hear my cries...
Wishing it could end and I could just...
well you know...
But death doesnt seem to phase me no more...
As I lost the one that mattered the most...

But I motivate myself just so I can get out of bed...
Remembering words that my mother often said...
The one that loved me the most is now gone...
I wish I went with you because without you im not strong...

But for them i'll hold on until its my time...
Waiting for the time that i'll begin to shine...