The Eternal Rain

I thought about cutting, and I thought about burning.
I thought of everything I could to end this yearning.
The yearning was for pain.
And an end to the rain.
So I hit the bag as hard as I could.
I hit it longer than I probably should.
It tore up my hands, and spilt my blood.
It covered my wounds in dust, and covered them in mud.
It released me from the pain I kept feeling.
And it fixed the hands fate kept dealing.
I was tired of lying,
And even more of crying.
I am sick of it all, I just want it to end.
I want the pain to stop so I can finally mend.