Be Tough
That’s the hardest part isn’t it?
Coming to terms with it. With the fact that your going to be alone.
Knowing that every single day you will return to an empty home.
It seems depressing, especially when you know its right.
When you realize there is no one Here on earth meant for you no love for life.
Its hard but you learn to hold back the tears, for your meant to help others.
Through the long nights through their fears
Its cold. Though your wrapped in warmth by the sun,
you shine happy ness but in the end.
Do they see it is “nothing” I have won.
I’m disappointed, but whose there to care?
If there happy, if you helped. Don’t you do it. How dare you ask them of the same thing.
Its not their fault or their problem. They don’t have to care..
Its fine. I’m meant to truly be alone.
That’s what I’ll tell my self, stuck in this town, this place.
Put my heart on the shelf. Help them, but be alone, isn’t that enough.
I know Its hard but grow up. Be a man. Be tough
