I could almost laugh
how ironic, the rain,
as if there weren't enough
mocking my pain

The sky completely gray,
my eyes a subtle red,
claim the sun is hiding
like we dont know it's dead,


Walk by and soak me
in a cold lonely smile,
i'll pretend i dont notice,
i'll be staring all the while

Im drowning in my sleep,
dreams of how it used to be,
how painful it is to wake,
lost in an ice-cold sea

Tempted to float away,
turn to envy or guilt,
pretend i dont care,
or die, hoping still,

Im praying to a god
that doesnt exist,
You'll find a way
to love me yet...

Im a dreamer and a mess.
A disaster in a dress.
A ******* damsel in distress.
As this awful poem suggests.