the sky is ugly now,
when it rains it used to be beautiful,
but now i beg for it to stop because i feel like it is mocking me
imitating me
synchronizing with me
whenever i cry
whenever i break apart just like how the clouds do
whenever my heart convinces me that i will be okay
but failing
never able to break through my brokenness
just like how the sun was never capable of preventing the sky to be ugly and despaired
now everyone knows how i am when im broken
now you could see me just by looking up when it is raining.
