The Storm
A storm is coming
The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The grass is green
That's when you know
A storm is coming
You can feel it
The tension in the air
You can sense it
The anxiety it brings
Nothing lasts forever
The high of happiness
Always brings a storm
You start to notice
The shaking in your hands
The race running through your mind
The loss of your appetite
The mess in your room
The self-isolation
A storm is coming
Darkness clouds your every thought
Everything comes raining down
As your tears flood your home
Your life thundering with anger
Hoping soon the lightning strikes you
The storm is here
Everything is destroyed
The damage is permanent
But no one seems to notice
The pain of what you’ve lost
You call for help
No one answers
Your alone
You search for safety
But you can’t escape yourself
The storm is never-ending
Until you decide to end it all
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