what if it never gets better?
the pain that we feel,
the things we endure and suffer?
i pray and I sit down and kneel,
"please, please make it better"
but god only answers to those with the fancy cars, the expensive clothes and the riches,
the ones who wish for more.
he doesn't answer the prayers of those in need,
the ones who suffer everyday.
he doesn't answer the calls.
but I wish he did.
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sometimes I truly believe that it'll get better with time,
and I've given it time,
but it's given me nothing back.
I've watched the timer run down,
and until the last stretch it stops.
all my time and effort.
wasted.
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i want to feel happy when I'm outside the house.
enjoy myself.
which for short periods of time I do,
I truly do and I thank my friends for that.
but for the other times,
I just want to be happy.
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and so I continue to wonder,
will it ever get better?
