Self-Blame

Some days it feels warm

Other days there's a storm

I love the rain

When it feels like an embrace

Sometimes it'll become superior and I feel that it looks down on me with disdain

So many thoughts overcrowding my brain

Not leaving enough space.

I have my faults

They seem to have wrought

Demons that will not

Leave me alone and instead haunt

My mind at all-day-o'clock

I've tried to forgive myself and sought

Out people who believed in me and I fought.

But fighting becomes tiring

The pain doesn't stop piling

Trying to distract myself from reality

To stop the crying

Peace is the only thing I've been desiring.