A poem I wrote a few months ago...
Mother I am broken you see,
I can't handle much more.
I look around at my life,
in shambles on the floor.
I see the dark clouds outside,
are the rain drops tears for me?
My tears flow from my eyes,
making it harder to see.
Blinding me time and time again,
the lightning flashes before my eyes.
Every time it happens,
A part of me dies. ...