The Storm

The rainbow after the storm?
It never came for me
I would stay up all day waiting for it
It never showed up

Nothing ever got better
Things only got worse
The thunder and lightening,
It never stopped

The sun never shone
In the darkened skies of my life
It was always pitch black
You couldn't ever see

I would run into things
Walls, people, furniture
And it would hurt
So I learned how to steer clear from that stuff

I isolated myself
And so then no one ever saw
The storm inside of me
Trying to rip me apart

I let it out sometimes
With a razor blade
Or some other sharp object
I let it get to me

Well the storm is starting to die down
Along with the pieces of my heart
Dead. With a gun.
Bullet wound to the brain.