Down comes the rain

The rain will come down,
the cloud is getting bigger.
And I get closer and closer,
to pulling the trigger.

Because I try to do my best,
but it still is not enough.
Why is god punishing me?
He's making everything so tough.

My mom deals with breast cancer,
as my dad has an affair.
I'm dieing inside,
and still my boyfriend doesn't care.

You say you can deal with that?
Well, I would love to see you try.
You wouldn't know what to do,
with pain in this supply.

The raincloud its getting heavy,
its resting on my shoulder.
My happiness is fading,
as depression gets bolder.

So if I want to die,
whose to tell me that I can't?
It's the only wish,
that I, myself can grant.

Not one person would notice,
if suddenly I wasn't here.
My family?
They wouldn't even shed a tear.

I'll be just another suicide,
in a chapter of pain.
I'll give my self relief..
And down comes the rain.

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****A raincloud is the burden that every one of us must carry.
But for some people, the cloud doesn't release itself in minor showers.
The cloud just gets bigger, and heavier without any intention of stopping.
But suicide is the answer, & forces the cloud to release.
And down comes the rain.