Sometimes its hard to get myself out of bed in the morning. To face the days trails and tribulations with so little warning. Sometimes its hard to go to sleep at night. When I've got no one here to hold me tight. Sometimes its hard to listen to what everyone has to say. Especially when I try to talk and they walk away. Sometimes its hard not to break down in tears. Everyday it seems I face one of my fears. Sometimes its hard to even care. Everyone seems to be so far out there. But everday in the wee morning hours I get out of bed. And everynight I go to sleep, despite the bad thoughts in my head. Though with difficulty sometimes, to many attention I have paid. And many times on my own I've gotten through the times I was afraid. But sometimes its still hard, to feel like life isn't fair.