worth

It's hard now and then to say precisely what I'm worth.

Now and again much harder managing the hurt.

To feel like nobody's there during all my torment.

I don't have anything left to lose and nothing left to acquire.

I battle as the days progressed, with nobody next to me,

To discover a type of worth, to save a little pride.

In any case, every one of my days are dim, turbulent, cold and dark,

What's more, vacancy continues to develop as I gradually disappear.

I have no exertion left to place into this life,

No assistance behind me to pull me to the light.

So by and by I ask, before I leave this Earth,

Advise me, on the off chance that you give it a second thought, precisely what I'm worth.