The Storm
Forced to the top of the tower
I’ve gained more will within each hour
Their words have driven me away up here
And hopes for me are painfully clear
They’ve overlooked not knowing my past
Too much compromise is being asked
What I don’t have I’m expected to give
Living a life I can not keep up with
Slowly, I’m drawn to the edge
Racked with tears, decisions met
Loud expectations still scream from behind
Anxiety building its pressure inside
Freeing my soul through screams of my own
Thunder drowns all out as lightning strikes low
Thoughts of tomorrow stir repressed hate
Ending this now, no more in their way…
Oh they’ll cry, what a shock it’ll be
At how all along a good one was lying
And maybe they’ll see my ills, every flaw
When this shell I’m in cracks, exposing all
Last thoughts of the things I’ve never wanted
Now close to relief from being so haunted
Blown from the ledge, the rain racing me down
But sound seems to hush as I tumble to ground
Silence hears the story from seeping blood
There never was faith in their shapeless love
My nightmare hangs with this midnight storm
Eyes to the sky,
The breathing is done.
