Breathing was dificult on the day of the storm
But for my sickly soul, this was always the norm
I sat on my porch at the birth of the day
And I felt that my life was slipping away
I had been here for hours long before this newborn sun
I had witnessed the moment the light had begun
I heard the dark clouds creeping in overhead
And it was at that point that I wished I was dead
I looked back at my life and how worthless it had been
That although I had tried, I nevr believed I would win
Attempts at happiness were all made in vain
A lifetime of loneliness was all I had gained.
Sunrise