Nothing is ever free
Everything comes with a price
The skills you have,
They developed with hard work
But if nothing is free
What did I pay for the unhappiness?
What price did I pay for the depression?
What price did I pay for the scars left behind?
What did I pay for all the shit I've been through?
What did I give up or put in to loose my mom?
What did I pay to hate my farther?
What have I payed to loose friends and family?
I would love to know.
Sometimes I still wish I would know what I did to deserve all of this pain.
When I gain peace, even for a little while,
It gets taken away.
So please, God
Tell me what I must do to right the wrongs I have done to deserve this life.
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
