The Raincloud

The raincloud is always there

The raincloud is never dry

The raincloud weighs me down

The raincloud never lets me fly

Stuck under this cloud full of rain

What's the point of getting out of bed?

In my head there is a voice

That tells me no one cares if I'm alive or dead

It's scary when you don't know which voice is your own

Or which voice belongs to the raincloud up there

Yes, the raincloud, it speaks

And hisses, and stings, and isn't fair

I live with this raincloud every day

It whispers sharp words at everything I do

Damn it, raincloud, let me be free

"Never," it hisses, "I'm stuck to you"

I fight with this raincloud every day

This raincloud whose words cut like a knife

My fists and my mind alike are bruised

From fighting for every moment of my life

I hope you never have your own cloud

I hope you always get to be free

I hope you always think, "Why not?"

I hope you never think, "Why me?"