Rainy Days.
Pale and gray, dissolved and hate, my flesh leaks out of me
No evaporation, nor concentration, I plea in no decree
Fighting and hate is all I see, my bad days I don’t call rough
Everyday’s the same to me, picking different minority’s are tough
I shed my tears solemnly, no need for the whining and moaning
My life’s a horror movie, so happiness and joy is what I’m not holding
Shutting and closing, open doors are closed, wounds are broken
My Mind has no hope in, and my days are never unspoken
Water gets to me and I can’t stop it, it’s like a box with no key
So not having rainy days is not promised………no guarantees.
Peace doesn’t speak to me, I have no sunny days
That’s why when I lift my hand up; I lift it in no praise
Cries and tears, I hear babies mutter in the past distance
I ease no resistance, and nobody’s there to there assistance
It’s like I’m trapped in a hole, darkness, and blood pours out
Rainfalls is what I make, matter a fact just call me a drought
Why can’t I live my life?
It’s hard to last a day out here, can’t walk a mile in my shoes
And that just isn’t a saying; it’s all my aspects in all my views
I’m confused.... I thought days were days, thoughts are wrong
Earth is where I don’t belong, so save it, I can’t hold on strong
Peace doesn’t speak to me, I have no sunny days
That’s why when I lift my hand up; I lift it in no praise
These shall be the last of my days; agony is what I can’t take
So all the days of my life, I can say I made no mistake
Only god can judge me, so who am I to critic myself?
Death doesn’t start itself, but you do it yourself
The chemistry I’ve had all my life, I enjoyed all those phase
But it’s hard to live.
When everyday’s a Rainy Day