Somehow I have to get by
But I don’t know why
We struggle and struggle for barely a life
While others enjoy the world
Why do it?
Yet they insist I continue on
On less every year?
On less every year.
As the rates hold steady but the prices climb higher
And half of my pay cheque goes to pay for medication I falsely believed should be covered
Because I need it
But the powers that be don’t think so
And I’m just supposed to, what?
Endure?
Oh, yeah, it gets worse and worse and worse,
But just keep going?
This all feels like some sick joke at my expense
And then you show me people who have it worse and I don’t know anymore
Because people are existing through hells different than me,
But it’s still hell
If this is hell, what am I doing here?
How can I atone for sins I do not remember?
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