Dark Places

I’m walking alone,
on a street I know so well.
Dark and gloomy,
the moon shines bright
but its covered by clouds.
Softly raining,
raindrops tapping on the sidewalk.
Cold and dreary,
pulling my jacket closer to keep warm.
Thinking through all the harsh memories,
it’s a sad place to be.
Everything is just too hard to deal with,
God, I hate being me.