What About Me?

I'm tired of making others happy.
What about me?
I want to find myself.
Open your eyes and see.

I try so hard to make it easy,
So you will feel no pain.
But as soon as you go to bed,
My hurt comes out like rain.

I can't tell you how many times
I have wrote this letter.
I didn't have the heart to do it,
Not untill you were better.

Please understand I love you,
I did this just for me.
My spirt will surround you,
Just my body you cannot see.

You'll never know how happy
This will make me feel
Please just understand
My pain was always real.