tired

im not in the mood to write

im not in the mood to read

im just too tired

to tell wrong from right

tired of bullshit

tired of lies

tired of playing the game

and im done with it

Rain

Oh darling, don't cry

I know you feel useless

But I think you never learned that

The rain is depressed, too.

You see her often,

But only hear her at night

Softly weeping as her tears fall on your roof.

Hated by many and loved by few,

She feels as if she is only a hindrance.

And yet,

I hope someday she'll realize

That without her we'd die.

Without her the grass would not grow.

Rivers would dry up.

And life would cease to exist.

Oh darling, you are like the rain

And you have a purpose in life

Even if things do not appear that way.