rainy weather.

okay, i give up.
i'm done.
broken.
at the very bottom,
if ever a bottom was found.
i give up.

this world can be so unforgiving,
and these people can follow suit,
and i give up.


i feel that everything
has been going wrong
for me.
what did i do to deserve this?
where is your god,
if not pushing down on my back?
is it me that needs to change,
or my scenery?
i feel like this rut is consuming me.
i continue to reach, searching for a hand.
please, someone, give me a hand.

this beautiful life i've spoke of
has begun to fade.
the glow is dimming.
it's becoming
and ugly beast-of-a-thing.
the company i've kept
has turned around.
and i need to be found,
before i am lost.
am i lost?

what did i come here for?
i'm beginning to question my motives,
and my ability to do anything.
this knot in my stomach won't go away.
it's telling me not to hold my breath,
because as soon as i know it can't
get any worse,
it will.
i can feel it in my bones,
this rainy weather.
what did i come here for?
and where do i go from here?





i continue to reach, searching for a hand.
please, someone, give me a hand.

we are not the same.