Each day I come to school,
teaching children about the joy of life,
yet I cannot seem to love my own,
and it pains me like a rusty knife.
My husband of five years vanished,
just walked out the door one day,
and he didn't even say a word,
the day my daughter passed away.
I was left crying on my own,
cause my parents didn't care,
I'd never felt so isolated,
and the pain is still very much there.
I don't have any close friends to turn to,
and at work I'm always the third wheel,
I hear them whisper behind my back,
and my dignity they continue to steal.
When I get to class the pain's still there,
just covered up by my mask,
my eyes however still show the truth,
but no one see cause they're roped into their tasks.
I'm walking around just numb,
cause my tears I cannot let slip,
not to anyone around hear at least,
cause they'll treat me like a sinking ship.
My life has fallen to peaces,
and no one's around to see,
caught up in their busy lives,
to sympathize with someone like me.
No one knows my souls is broken,
there is no point to carry on,
but I continue to walk down these halls,
as delicately as a swan.
