okay-never

it makes me wonder how many people actually live there days to the fullest. 
i know my days are cut short. 

it makes me wonder how many people felt true love.
 i know i have. 

and it makes me wonder if people have daily struggles,
because i know i deal with mine every single minute.

Wonder

*I guess things just happen for a reason.
I guess I'm not suppose to be happy.
I guess I always have to be the strong one.

But why doesn't other people see what 
I am feeling or why don't they care about me? 

I guess I'm just invisible to everyone. *