The cloudy sky washes over me just as my internal feelings wash over me and try to take over the best they can,

But it’s me

Laying down hopeless, looking at what I once had, and what is now gone,

But it’s still me

Hopelessly watching as i'm sure of this cloudy sky means way more than just another cloudy sky.

But it’s still me

Quite literally grasping at straws just to find an answer to fill the void or stop the pain.

But it’s still me

Laying here isolated, worn out from trying, ready to give up.

It’s no longer me.

It’s washed over me taking an aggressive pull like gravity trying to keep me grounded.

I lost my gravity.

I’m not me

I want to give up, I want to call it quits, the house on the horizon, put me here, nothing will wash the pain away.

I am no longer me…