It rained this morning when I woke up
As if the sky itself knew of my sorrow.
This end was inevitable before it even started.
And despite trying to shield the feeling of no tomorrow,
It is here with me
In my inequity

Depending on their strength for my survival,
I lull myself into a web of denial.
Although the rain, my heavenly tears, warned,
Of the approaching tragedy, all the while;
I’m struck, off guard
By fate…
In front of destiny’s gate

I could almost hear spring laughing
As I saw the world lay empty; all birds flown away.
Knowing that time had forced them to grow,
Smiling as they tried their wings only yesterday
Glad that they couldn’t stay
Just never thought they’d leave today

While crying over my loss the sun came through
And with warmth assured that time would heal.
But how can time heal what is self torn?
Maybe this is what I need to feel...
The human way to earn
The knowledge we need to learn...

Pain to know that we live and feel.
You don’t have to be dead to be dead.
This pain is to know when something is wrong,
And perhaps death would be better instead,
Of this constant strive
Towards a ‘better life’

[I would be better off dead
a corpse pale and red
with all these thoughts in my head
I would be better of dead.]

But where’s the courage in taking your life
Everyone in pain knows how to die…