When The Good Is Gone

I have always tried to be good

but it seems there were always people

trying to do me bad.

Was I asking for it?

Were they looking for it?

Questions, answers unknown.

I have always tried to be good

but I think the good is gone.

I mourn the loss,

I cry my tears

I try to own up

I try to face my fears

but I think

after all I have been through

the good is gone.