It's raining

It's raining,
It's storming,
Not outside,
But inside,
Yes inside
Of my head.
A whirlwind of thoughts,
Masses of dreams,
Emotional chaotic mess.
How is it that I came to be
The way I am right now?
I feel as if I'm drowning in a sea
Of hatred, pain, fear,
Sorrow, and confusion
Why do I
Feel this way?
It started with a beautiful friendship
And ended in threats of death.
How did it become
The monster that it is?
I should have known to stop it somehow..
But I didn't;
Now I sit here;
Huddling in a far away
Corner of my mind
Away from the raining,
Away from the storming,
The whirlwind and the massive mess.
But I simply cannot
Waste the rest of my life
Running away from
Hatred, pain, fear,
Sorrow, and confusion
I could not stand that at all
So instead I will
Sort through the mess
And get my life
Back the way
I want.