I sit alone with pain
in the dark. Afraid to
open my eyes to another
painful day. Scared of what
will come out of the darkness.
Each tear that falls from
these eyes leaves me
wondering whats left of me.
What else could the demons
take thats good from me? My
child was took from my womb,
my heart no longer beats in my
chest. I feel as though Im living
inside a tomb.
What is left of me but a shell
of a woman who was once
strong proud and lived to
survive another day who now
lives to barely survive a day.
What is left of me no man
would want. I have nothing
to offer but my pain and misery.
That is all thats left of me.
