My heart breaks
A little more
Each time
I hear you
Crying.

Out loud and alone
My breath makes
The only noise
My sunken heart
Allows.

I want to know my value.

You say,
"It's up to you"
And

I truly appreciate
My freedom
But

My freedom
has become
A prison
Of uncertainty
And self neglect.

So sad;

To know
You'll be gone
Before I find the time
To understand
How much more
I could have tried
To be part of
Your life.

I don't see a
Future
Without

The continued struggle
To convince myself
That my time here
Is somewhat significant

Although
Everything I do
and everything
I am
Will be forgotten.