You sadden me into my deepest rooms of colorless time-consuming.
You are the reason I flirt with cannabis.
Heaven exists above because you think you are higher than us.
You do not know me.
I will break your jaw if you cry on me.
Don't rain on my mediocre parade.
Your lowered tints to lower my moods.
The most depressing days of my life are when you accompany me.
Whenever you are smiling, my body weeps.
I find my body disagreeing with himself when I'm with you.
Throughout my life, I've found myself disliking the sky, almost comparing it to god. Some say they love the rain, the weather, and the sky, but despite my optimism towards others, in my head, I penetrate my thoughts with underwhelming parts of things. When I'm utterly depressed, I don't like going out because I feel a beautiful day mocks what I don't have: the brightness I desire.