Standing In the Rain

Sadness has found its home in my soul.
Depression has eaten away at my chest
Leaving holes and shredded pieces
The shredded pieces that used to be my life.

I no longer have anything to smile for
No longer anything to love
No longer anything to turn to
No other places to run to.

I have lost everything I once held near.
I don’t make any sound. I’ve given up my complaints.
I can barely hold up, hold on, hold clear.
I stand. I walk. I do many things mechanically.

I am emotionally and mentally dead.
Nothing is left to me.
My heart and love has rotted away.
My emotion has been physically erased.

In the rain is where I find myself.
Crying, trying, lying down
I have lost all hope of happiness.
It’s just a little fantasy.

All I can do is put on a face
A face that can only frown.
Yet all people see is my smile
Not my broken heart, my malfunctioning spirit.

I have nothing else that’s hopeful.
It all has all walked away.
I have nothing left
No wishes.

I hate this marathon.
I hate this life.
I hate everything it has become.
It all has phased by the world…
NOT ME!

I'm standing in the rain.
No wishful thinkingNo thoughtful friends
Nobody to guide me.
Just Standing In the Rain.