It's the little stuff that gets to me
Each and every single bitter day
Problems act as anchors
On my heart they weigh
I'm too weak to hold my body up
Baggage makes me fall
When I'm forced down to the ground
Have no choice but to crawl
Sitting on pavement
Staring at sky
Stars appear clear a moment
Blur when I start to cry
Here I am
All my sorrows
No light giving me hope
I can't even tie a noose
Because it's too dark to find a rope

I'm consistently looking for answers
Feel need to understand
This is not a life I've dreamt
Far from what I planned
In black and blue sight is drenched
Each sound is monotone
Surrounded by people or by myself
Feel just as alone
But there is no one besides me to blame
Responsible for my tears
Storms created by own hands
I can't make them disappear
Your voice calms rainfall
Only effective source of power
The once-torrential downpour
Nothing more than moderate shower
I miss planet bursting with color
Vibrant hues have went dim
No matter which direction looked towards the future
Every avenue is bleak and grim
I do not know how to fix everything
I'm unsure of where I went wrong
Weeks blur together
Spiral the drain
Days not lasting long
Your words give hope to hold onto
Clutch them during the coldest nights
I can't tell what is real or not
Making it hard to focus on the light
I heard best is yet to come
But finding it difficult to agree
Every cloud overhead is grey
Silver linings impossible to see