I yearn to lay under grey storm clouds
To let cold hard rain drops attempt to wash away my pain

I yearn to not be the disappointment that I am
To make my father see that I am more than this

I yearn to stop crying so much
To make this lingering pain in my chest fade

I yearn to stop breathing
To let the gentle hand of death smother out my flame

I
have
a
soft
spot
in
my
heart
for
boys
like
you