I'm good enough,
I don't care what you say,
I'm proud of what,
I accomplished today.

I tried my best,
which makes me feel good,
I did much better,
than I thought I could.

Why do you criticize
and make me feel small?
Does it feel better,
when I stumble and fall?

Well, I'm here to tell you,
that I wont let your words hurt.
Because when I fall,
I'll just pick myself up from the dirt.

This is the story of how I love you
It has no end

I'm broken, shattered,
But no one seemed to pick up the fragments,
I'm going down,
But nobody seemed to lend a helping hand,
I'm in the pitch black,
But no one seemed to have given me a light,
I'm on my own,
But nobody seemed to be accompanying me,
I ought to be rescued,
But nobody's there to save me.
Well, what about you?
Will you pick up the fragments which everyone abandoned?
Will you catch me when I fall?
Will you  bring me light when it's dark?
Will you prove to me that I'm not alone?
Will you be saving me?
Please, please?