I have nothing left anymore to give to even myself. Not even enough to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks.

I stood up for so many and yet not one ever stood up for me. Not one ever looked back as they turned and walked away.

I extend a hand to help some up, while others I handed them a financial hand up, and then there were those that I stood therr in front of them hoping to be their beacon of hope. I have been a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, and the one to come and help then in the middle of the night.

I am a mother, a sister, a friend, and a few times i was a wife. I hid my tears, my fears, my frustrations, and honestly damn near e b everything that makes me mad.

I worked hard to put food on the tabke, a roof over their heads, and here and there to have a few extras. Though it seems everything was never enough.

I hide in different places to shed my tears and curse the fact that I have never been enough. So i would push myself to try a little harder, to make a...