% Worth It % Poem by Julie Smith

You may ask my psychiatrist
Why I'm feeling just like this
Don't object to all this pain
They think there's nothing I could gain

But all the times I cried for you
When I said goodbye to you
Can't come near the joyful days
Won't threaten them in any ways

If taking away the shadows and shame
Would mean to never see you again
If being able to feel nice and pure
Is another word for 'never have met you'

I wouldn't give away one second of it
Don't even regret just a tiny bit
You give me the best, I don't even deserve it
And if it kills me, it's you and it's worth it