Rainy Skies
By Shashama
Depression slips in, like a cloud over skies Intoxicates my mind with thoughts of suicide Death seems welcome, a good alternative But I must move on, I must survive Dismal days and rainy skies blur my vision Soaking me, I stand on the road I have made Rainwater in my eyes, so acidic it burns I have to recover, I have to go on Time slips past me, I'm not sure where I am I don't know who I am or why I am here The Old Harmonies fade away, and slowly die Standing, facing the crying sky My indurance shatters as I burst into tears So cruel, this unjust world But I must push on. I will survive.Eh...yet again, the depressing yet must survive theme, go figure... Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 10:42 AM PST, Shayla Carter 18 • 0 • 1
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"Depression slips in, like a cloud over skies..."