Personal Sorrow

Here I am again writing this verse.
An indication that it can get worse.
The same story has been told over again.
I’m starting to die because I’m forever in the rain.

It hides my tears,
I wish it didn’t.
And then it clears, there is sun.
The beauty of it distracts all.
I become invisible.
And the feelings fall.

All you see is an exterior wall.

If you knew the tears I’ve cried,
You’d know why.
Constant battle inside and out.
I’m losing hope without a doubt.
Be my best friend and rescue me,
Before I die, I’m feeling weak.

And I’d like to put this in a thousand words.
But this is enough for my story to be heard.