I'm tired and find it hard to breathe,
My fingers ache and my mind is sore,
I can barely walk or bow my head,
Yet I stand tall for all to see.
Can I question if it is worth it,
Where can I question the progress I've made,
I'm not sure if I can continue this way,
but I know I cannot give it all away.
My heart is close to broken,
And I feel very alone and lonely,
There is no love that I seek,
It's just a hole that can't be filled.
Does writing sideways mean anything,
Is it cramming for a little more space,
But there is much more room,
For what I need to accomplish.
I can't expect one to understand,
Only one dear friend does know,
That my life that I have,
I am paying a great price.