Self-Blame
Some days it feels warm
Other days there's a storm
I love the rain
When it feels like an embrace
Sometimes it'll become superior and I feel that it looks down on me with disdain
So many thoughts overcrowding my brain
Not leaving enough space.
I have my faults
They seem to have wrought
Demons that will not
Leave me alone and instead haunt
My mind at all-day-o'clock
I've tried to forgive myself and sought
Out people who believed in me and I fought.
But fighting becomes tiring
The pain doesn't stop piling
Trying to distract myself from reality
To stop the crying
Peace is the only thing I've been desiring.