It's hard sometimes to say exactly what I'm worth.
Sometimes even harder dealing with the hurt.

To feel like no one's there during all my pain.
I have nothing left to lose and nothing left to gain.

I struggle through the days, with no one at my side,
To find some sort of worth, to save a little pride.

But all my days are dark, stormy, cold and gray,
And emptiness keeps growing as I slowly fade away.

I have no effort left to put into this life,
No helping hand behind me to pull me to the light.

So once again I ask, before I leave this Earth,
Tell me, if you care, exactly what I'm worth.

Have you seen my Daddy?
I don't know where he's gone.
Sometimes it hurts so much
I can't seem to carry on.
    
I hear he doesn't look quite the same.
He doesn't need much rest.
The IV and medications are all gone;
In fact, he looks his best.
    
Is he playing tag with his parents
In that place way up high?
Or is he napping in God's garden
Where the beautiful in hammocks lie?
    
Some say he is always watching.
I hope this to be true
And that one day he'll return to me
And say, "I've come for you."
    
Have you seen my Daddy?
I imagine he's doing okay,
Though it hurts to know
I can't call him every day.
    
I really miss my Daddy.
I wasn't ready to say goodbye.
It will never be the same.
Years from now, I know I'll cry.
    
I bet God is with my Daddy,
Wrapped up in His arms,
Sheltered from all illness and sorrow,
Keeping him from harm.
    
I bet he sees us mourning
But would want us to smile
And tell us our time part
Is only a little while
    
I'll never quite understand
Why your time here was so small,
But you said you'll always be there
To catch me when I fall.
    
I miss you so much, Daddy,
But I hope and pray
That when it's my time, you'll come for me.
I'll see you again someday.
    
I guess it was meant to be
That your work here on Earth was done.
Now your life in paradise
Has only just begun.
    
Tears that I weep and prayers
Will hopefully travel very far
To reach my loving daddy
Sitting among the stars.

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...

That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest
Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest;
I feel guilty inside for leaving this token.
Now I will see and remember that I was so broken.

But seeing these scars helps me see
That I survived so much trauma and now I am free.
So I ask you now to stand with me and fight,
To show all these demons what they're doing is not right.

You won the battle of good versus bad.
You are still alive and are no longer sad.
Here on my arm lies a mark of survival.
I got through my hate and beat my self-rival

I'm sitting on the porch,
Wind blowing through my hair.
The ducks are frolicking in the pond,
But I just can't seem to care.

Life goes on around me.
I don't participate.
I go through all the motions,
But what I really do is wait.

I dream about the day
That you'll come home to me.
Nothing else is important.
Why can't people see?

I don't want to go out.
I don't want to have fun.
I don't want to do a thing
Until all is said and done.

They took you in the summer.
Now fall is almost finished.
Winter will be here very soon,
And then the year will have diminished.

You have no idea how much I cry.
I never let you know.
It's so hard out here without you,
But I'm not allowed to let it show.

I must pretend all is fine.
Everyone thinks all's okay,
But what I never ever tell them
Is that I cry for you every day.

A woman whom I love...
Waits outside my bedroom door.
A woman whom I care for...
Is there when I am hurt, sad, or mad.
A woman whom I appreciate...
Honors me for the person I am inside.
A woman whom I fear...
Pushes and pushes if only for the better.
A woman who is thoughtful...
Thinks of others before she thinks of herself.
This woman is My Mom...
She cries when I cry...
She's mad when I'm mad...
She's hurt when I'm hurt...
And...
She's sad when I'm sad.
This woman is My Mom.