My Storm

Sadness comes and sadness goes.
So I'll be ok.
I'll hurt for now,
but be better tomorrow
This I repeat often.

For there is many...
many reasons to cry,
many reasons to hide.

I have my reasons,
my reasons to cry.
Other have more,
So why do I cry?

I cry because I can.
I cry because of stress,
The distance in my family,
I cry because I'm jealous

My tears fall with(like) the rain.
When the sun comes up,
I'll awaken,
Awaken from this storm.

I hate this feeling.
Happy one moment,
sad another.
Talking leads to tears.

People comfort me,
But they become sad,
caught in my storm,
my down pour..

When others are in my mist,
they comfort me
even though they are sad.
It proves they care.