The sun may shine, but in my world – rain.
The world may turn, but to a halt mine strains.
The flowers may bloom, to me they wilt.
I live in ruins, where a city is built.
The world may laugh, I do but cry.
People bubble with life, I could die.
Some find a partner to love, I’m left to lone.
They will stand high whilst I’m down below.
The dejection I feel, the desolation I gain.
I could spew to the thought of the life to my name.
My body feels tired, my head empty of thought.
What power on Earth these feelings could have brought?
My life it feels spent, though I’m still in my teens.
The ‘time of my life’, I know not what it means.
Rain keeps on falling in the view from my room.
An end to my life could never come too soon.
You may scorn at my words, find humour in me.
But to me, this is real, no humour I see.
The world brought me up, and, is dragging me down.
In a ‘sink or swim’ case then I know I would drown.
The isolation I have, incomprehension my name.
Day after day the sadness remains the same.
My feeble body must rest as I down to lie.
And, if I should sleep, then I hope I will die.