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What Its Worth
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July 2007 You rip yourself wide open,
So inside you do not have to feel
You would give anything,
if that demon you could finally kill
Repeating scenes of misery
Just to remind you of the times it hurt
On days like those,
you wonder what it is worth
Love always leaving as easily as it walks in
Caught with the life of living in sin
You fear they will see the scars and leave too
But that is okay
You do not need them, no, not today
Sometimes you wish they would see the depression
The tears awaiting redemption
Wish they would understand your clouded vision
Maybe then they would know why you feel life is not worth living
Always hearing goodbye,
Like that is the only word left to say
When you do not cry they think you are okay
However your skies are not blue, they are shaded grey
They cannot see the pain hidden beneath your facade
Nor do they understand how you do not believe in god
Give them the choice of gun or knife
See if then they will take a chance at taking their own life
Do they not know the pain is not due to peer pressure
It is also not caused by a human stressor
They cannot answer why life hurts
They do not know why eyes cry
They cannot say what life is worth
Nor do they know why it hurts to live,
Only wanting to die
