I think I'll go slit my wrists, and wear black. Let's stereotype depression! :D

I've heard enough melodrama to last a lifetime. So, for a cynical poem's sake, I decided to slip into depression overkill [haha. pun there.]

White clouds follow
Sun drifts through
Somber gray clouds
Stifle out anew
Rain struggles out
And falls as a tear
Like this I see
Reflected in mirror
When life has no goal
But smothering me
Why try to fight?
No hope I can see
If death is a secret
This promise I'll break
Over bridge, down street
A new vow I make
To shuffle through life
Seeking pity from all
Let me hate this life
'Til that bliss comes to call

Safe inside...

Was looking up at the moonroof of my dad's car, and felt sorry for the rain... people always say 'oh, the rain is so beautiful' yet no one ever goes out and dances in it. Rain is underappreciated. Especially since it leads a less than happy life...):

Freed at last from icy womb
This is where the shadows loom
Drift and meld amongst brothers
One of countless, helpless others
Disguise yourself as a tear
Or float about in constant fear
Stagnant, captured in a puddle
Tires grind and dirt will muddle
Perfection tarnished once again
Beauty attempts a last refrain…