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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