If wishes fell like rain, Then certainly I am the storm, Hail falling on me, Like bullets hitting the floor, Sleet hits my cheek, Like pollen fallen on green sheets, If pollen was my dream, Bees carry mine away, Tried to claim it back, Stung me to bits I felt weak, Thunder seem scary as a kid, The noise is louder than what’s within, Something beautiful about standing in the rain, You get wet yet your pain feels it’s been washed away, Sad times happen give me room to mourn, Certainly I am the storm

Wishful thinking gets you somewhere But where is that somewhere Shooting stars fly while I sit here Sit here not in hope but in fear Fear of making mistakes and losing Of worrying about others and not me Sounds selfish yet I feel not clean Clean of depressed thoughts I’ve tried and I’ve fought But it’s like a kid when he gets caught I shouldn’t fight it I should take the loss A beam light in the distance flickering Hope dwindled in wishes left empty A tornado is forming above my mental state It’s twirling with wishes I’ll never make It landed on solid ground it wasn’t great It’s moving yet soothing to the eye and ear But it sounds like screams of fear Has an unknown destination that’s clear You’ll find me at the top of the storm Laying down sleeping on a bed of thorns In this depressed state I hope this storm doesn’t make me late To the mysterious location It has me staked I feel like it’s a curse but nothing else could get this worse Hopefully the guidance doesn’t put me in a hearse