Lost rain.

I can’t sleep because of the storm.
The one inside my mind and the one outside my door.
This storm is allot like me.
My anger is like the lightning through the clouds.
It fires up the sky with bright light.
When the clouds are like the fog in my mind.
Slowly suffocating me.
I can hear my own roar in the thunder.
Trying so hard to be heard.
Maybe I was made to understand, not to be understood.
And all these tears from rain…
They can’t wash away this pain.

I throw everything out in this one night, for everyone to see.
Will I then finally feel free?
And I’m such a strong believer in love.
But terrified that it doesn’t believe in me.
And even when I can’t sleep, I still love this lonely night.

It shows that even nature can’t take all the pressure.
I’m not always lost, but never really found.
I’m just surviving the lie of not wanting to die.