Begging for someone to notice,
But they might just not understand.
I knew I need to keep going,
I simply feel like I no longer can.

It's becoming harder for me,
To not break down and cry.
I don't want anyone to see me,
And rudely ask me why.

It seems like no one is there for me,
But I always have to be there for them.
I need God to guide me,
The way he guided the Wise Men to Bethlehem.

I can't lose my faith,
Much less give up life.
All this comes from,
That never ending strife.

I won't lose my way,
Or step off my path.
Unfortunately there might be someone,
Who won't come out unscathed.