Dark clouds

Here come the clouds
over head and filled with rain
ready to release
but its not enough
those rains wont save this dry ground

theres nothing feeding my seed
something struggling to grow indeed
never sprouting
simply drowning
in this sea of heat

puffs of death
drugs of light
light up my dark starless night
lifting my soul
only to let it go
and fall back to that same dry ground again

trying to take root
to break free and sprout
only to be binded
by the smoke chains which keep me grounded
spread my wings and fly
ran out of breath only to drop and die

what if i just destroyed the thing i treasured most
the one thing i couldnt buy
what if i just killed it
stabbed it with word shaped knives

why am i so fucked up
i should just give up
take a walk to the edge
and fall off with many regrets
of things i didnt do
or things i could've done
god why do i always fuck it all up.
i just don't belong here
i dun make anyones lives better
all i do is say the wrong things
do the wrong actions
only to dim the spirit
and kill their happiness
maybe i should die
maybe i could tonight
but is it worth it
i think that just confirmed it.

end.