4 Jan 2015
Sitting in the old backyard on the dying grass. Dying with it.
The clouds look so close and the air is like winter except it's meant to be summer.
The rain drops are cold and I'm crying.
Tears mixing with the rain.
I've just been yelled at and I can't cope anymore.
It's happened for months.
I want to scream and cry.
Maybe even punch a wall.
As the thunder brews above and the crickets chirp I'm dying.
As the birds call and the rain falls I'm dying.
I don't know what's right or wrong anymore I just gotta keep moving forward.
I'm crying.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
