Poems of Life (Depression, Love, Etc.)

Rain Melancholy

The rain drizzles outside my window,

It brings flashes of light with it, 

The clouds dark and endless,  

It seems as though they go on forever

As the sky rumbles, the flashes of light 

Growing brighter than the previous ones, 

The tap of the rain drops upon my window 

Growing heavier still - they are all a reminder

Of what I have done, what I am, and

What I will always be: an idiot, a good-for-nothing idiot.

The rain, so sweet, but so full of pain

Brings this light to my eyes - I am nothing, 

I am an inconvenience, a bother, a bore, 

Why do I still exist when I can please no one? 

This rain, so heavy and sad, what does it bring? 

It may bring joy to others where I have failed, 

But, all I know, is that this rain brings me remorse, 

Melancholy, and sorrow for the things I have 

Done with myself, and that is absolutely nothing - 

The invitations to colleges are meaningless, 

My eyes are hollow, I can no longer see color, 

I can no longer see joy: it is all gone, it all eludes me. 

All of it except this rain that brings me nothing, save melancholy.