Dark Cloud
by Mordread
A dark cloud hangs low over me.
Its visible to all who see.
I don't know why I'm so depressed.
My minds fucked up, I'm really messed.
Sometimes, I know, we all seem sad
but all the time is really bad.
Why is it that I am this why?
Why do I hate myself all day?
Is it the dark cloud I should blame?
Or blame myself, and feel the shame?
I breakdown, cry without reason.
My heart betrays me, a form a treason.
I cry so long, I scream so loud.
No sun comes in from my dark cloud.
I used to love to see dark clouds,
for dark clouds meant I'd see the rain.
But now I really hate dark clouds,
my blackened cloud brings only pain.
I love to look at the nighttime sky.
Stars light up night's dark shroud.
In love with something up so high,
I can't see my star through my dark cloud.