Why Is It This Way

When life got me down, i wrote this

I wish it wasnt this way

So dark and gray

Always waiting for the silver lining

The one that should be shining

But it will never be that

And i will always be in combat

Trying to fix the things

And strum the harps strings

Why is it so

That i always trudge in the snow

left out in the cold

And turning to mold