Yellow raindrops falling from the sun because even when it shines. Gloomy my days have become.
Once was a time my world was bright. Misery shrouds these eyes, blinding, living in darkness with no moonlight.
Wretched, tainted and completely full of mold. Understanding what defines to feel low.
  Trapped in an abyss. Grasping for air. Spiraling slowly deeper and deeper. What will it take for me to feel happy again?
  What will it take for this suffering to end? I'm told it all gets better with time well my clock has struck zero.
  Realizing this feeling will never stop. My beliefs are numb. A shell of what I once was.