Why Me
Sitting here I wonder how this could be?
How and why is this happening to me?
I Had a job, proudly got off welfare,
The rest of our lives i started to prepare,
After so long we could say we aren't homeless anymore,
We sat excited about what Good thing were in store,
How did this happen our life was going right?
For the first time in a long time i slept peacefully at night,
Then it seems in a blink of an eye ,
It's all gone despite how hard i would try,
Once again i struggle without a job to provide our basic need,
Back to the food bank so my family i can feed,
The worst thing of all I'm homeless hating the way i feel ,
Desperately praying this nightmare isn't real,
Overwhelmed by depression cause my angel deserves everything as wonderful as him,
But no matter how hard I try the light becomes dim,
What do I do it gets harder and harder to cope,
All I can do is try not to lose hope,
Tell me what if I was you,
Will i ever get a break from the things I go through
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