Forecast of Pain

Hello mense. Sorry to my masses and masses of readers for the late update. This is from my much darker days, when I struggled with depression. It's kinda raw, and it's one of my earlier poems so its kinda unpolished. But at least it's honest. Man depression sucks to your asma.

Forecast of Pain

Thunder
So very loud
Then it begins to rain,
And another gloomy day
Washes in
With all its pain,
My mood
It sinks ever lower
And I begin to think my life
Is nearly over.

And it wasn't you
Who said I couldn't make it,
But it was you
Who tried to fake it.
And this friendship turned thorny weed
Grows even stronger
When I bleed,
Especially on those rainy days
When all my hopes and dreams
Wash away.

And just when things couldn't get more bleak
They forecast rain
Everyday of the week.