Watching Over Me Poem by Brysha Mull

Sometimes i think that i have lost
The things that make me whole
To fake a smile but at what cost
Its tearing at my soul

To look up at the sky
And to know your life is small
But then to wonder why
And fall back into it all

The joy i used to keep inside
Has faded away somehow
The tears i try to hide
Will not be stopping now

Then i look inside myself
And try to see things clear
Someone's watching over me
And they are always near