I often sit in the pouring rain
I seldom feel free from pain.
Emotions crashing tsunami now
cascade upon me then I drown.
Emotional state in disarray
I have felt happy, but it rarely stayed.
Fleeting only just for a moment
the next thing I know, again I'm broken.
Oh what I would give for some reprieve.
I'd give anything to not be me.
Can't I just be someone else?
I just cant get along with myself.
If I could change though,
to someone new
I wonder, would that girl hate herself too?
Maybe my soul is the thing thats bad
maybe its not my mind going mad.
But if it truly is my soul corrupt
then I have no choice, but simply to give up.