• I stand here, my tears falling from the sky.

    Standing outside your door as the dark grey clouds go by.

    Every second and every minute went by so very slow.

    Looking at the sky, I see a cloud that resembles a crow.

    Now as I walk away from your door.

    I feel your eyes on me then mine drop to the floor.

    I don't know if I can take this anymore.

    Now I've come to realize that dying is the only thing I'm good for.