It's like a hurricane.
The wind gets harsh,
The clouds get darker.
It's been this way for years,
yet it's only getting stronger.
She looks up. Darkness.
Like a shadow in the daytime,
It follows her wherever she goes.
The thunder screams loudly,
Imitating that voice in her head.
There's a flood.
She runs inside,
but it reaches her safe place
She couldn't get away this time.
She's left confused as everyone else is dry.
"Is it only me?" She questions,
hearing the laughs and seeing the sun
But they're on the other side.
"What did I do?"
That question remains constant in her head.
"I'm tired of feeling blue"
"Is dying the only way this can end?"
Doubt weighed her soul
Her tears ran down slowly
Hands were trembling
All hope gone, knees weak
The water gets higher,
and she finds herself sinking in,
Feeling every possible thing that once was her,
Getting washed away by the river sorrow filled.
She can't breathe.
She can't feel.
She couldn't recognize herself
Who is she?
