I find it hard
to write when my heart’s full of sadness…
and I don’t know if I’m entitled to be sad.
I find it hard
to share my emotions…
when I don’t know if they’re worth being had!
I find it hard
to go anywhere in my life…
when I don’t know if living is worth all the strife!
I find it hard
to keep smiling or pretending that
whatever I say has a meaning and that
makes living just so much harder
considering
there is nothing that makes life
worth living.
Life is always worth living. It may just not look like what you were expecting to find.