My year's been like a rainy day
Full of sadness and gloom
Just dragging on forever
With a hope that flowers will bloom

This month has been a storm
Full of anger, aggression, and hate
With thundering people all around me
That make me feel second-rate

I vaguely remember a time though
When the sun was always out
A time when I could do anything
My head wasn't filled with this doubt

Last week my life was a tornado
Pushing me every-which-way
Spinning, rising, and falling
Quickly leading me astray

Yesterday I could almost see the sun
And the weather was almost warm
Light was peaking from behind some clouds
A calm before another storm....

Today my life was a blizzard
And it chilled me to the bone
Leaving me feeling numb
So numb and so alone...

I miss those summer days...
Before life became so gray
I'm sick of feeling cold and numb
*Just wishing for a warm sunny day

I can't breathe without
A crescendo of panic
Crashing into my lungs
Like a flood of salty, bitter water.

I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
All the droplets of water plunge below the unknown,
Soon you’ll be calling that place your home.
You’re dying to have flames dance around your lips,
And fall in love with the taste that causes you to slip.
When you think you have all the balance to stand,
And take a step towards the way out of this maze,
You’d step into a trap and then sink into quicksand.

Your shattered heart feels like broken bones,
And broken bones came from thrown stones.
The words that echo through your ears,
Leave your mind quickly with tears.
Please sign a note to your parents and friends,
With all the blood covering your colorful pens.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
I’ve entered this shelter of yours,
I brought a light to this shelter of yours.
Although it’ll take days upon days, I will find you,
And when I do, I’ll paint your skies blue.
I’ll show you what it’s like to smell fresh air,
And treat your heart with gentle and care.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

You’ll be okay.

There was a man who wrote poetry,
There were none more prolific than he.
And all that he wished
Was to be published
But alas it was never to be!

Embracing the end when we're still in the beginning.
Come on now friends;
This isn't living.