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?"