Opressive Rain

I started off,
No race, no competition,
I stopped to cough,
And there sat the vibrant petition,

The breeze was cool,
The raindrops fell warm,
I started middle school,
But inbound came an unexpected storm,

Emotion waited to play,
And I pushed to get by,
But there it sat, sitting in my way,
I hear a chuckle and the words "Let 'em fly,"

In came an onslaught,
Bullets of rising emotion,
No more could hit-points be bought,
All I could do was make a commotion,

Not a single miss,
They all hit their mark,
I fell into bliss,
I was peaking my arch,

I met a girl,
With stunning blue eyes,
Blonde hair with a slight wavy curl,
And a hard-working personality twice my size,

She had a shy giggle,
That brought joy in mounds,
It made my nerves wriggle,
And I thought, "Is this love? Surely it abounds,"

And I pushed forward,
I worked hard and did my best,
My heart propelled skyward,
As she seemed to be impressed,

The next year came,
And we became close,
But it was a shame,
For now, I feared her dose,

She was perfect and wonderful,
But I wondered what would happen,
If her care became dull,
For my heart that couldn't happen,

And so I moved on,
My close friend in tow,
But I felt like a pawn,
A taut string on a bow,

Forward came another,
This one short, but sweet,
And my mind said "She is like no other,"
And my heart replied by skipping its beat,

She was cute and kind,
She had a stellar eye,
For what was within the mind,
She could tell when something was awry,

She was different,
Yet still the same,
How she came and went,
Like it was some sort of game,

Her hair was long,
Though you would never know,
Her emotions were only in song,
And her chin dipped low,

A book in hand,
Tapping the table with the other,
And my heart failed to land,
For she reminded me of another,

I built up the courage,
Yet she found me first,
I lost all leverage,
And my mind sunk to the worst,

"You aren't enough,"
"You aren't worth it,"
"You're too rough,"
"You might as well just book it,"

Yet she stuck by me,
And I saw love again,
I felt whole and happy,
My soul felt pure as a wren,

We found each other to be alike,
And so we enjoyed our running,
Although she stile the mic,
For a new storm was coming,

I was proud,
I stood tall,
I had brought a crowd,
And they stood from wall to wall,

Yet my smile was fake,
For I'd been stabbed,
By a cold stone stake,
And the wound had not yet scabbed,

I sought to fill that hole,
The emptiness, the void,
I wanted to feel whole,
And yet I was emotionless, devoid,

I met two more,
But I failed,
And ended a mess on the floor,
I sat up and wailed,

I broke one to pieces,
I was cruel, it was sad,
my emotions were leases,
I could no longer be glad,

The other just shot me,
She had to make sure I was dead,
I was never meant to be free,
From the torment, she spread,

Here I lie,
Sitting on my bed,
Wondering why I didn't die,
Even though all those tears were shed,

I miss her, the small plant,
She was my fulfilled,
But she turned to recant,
The glass had spilled

What did I do,
To deserve such a fate,
What kind of coo,
Could kill me so late,

Do I matter,
Does anyone care,
My friends they've all gone to scatter,
Now I have to watch what I wear,

The slices,
The cuts,
My rises,
Their struts,

I'm alone,
In a harsh unforgiving world,
A pile of bone,
While fate unfurled,

There is no more,
But it's all pain,
My arm is sore,
I've had no gain,

I sit here struggling,
I try to stay sane,
No matter where I'm running,
I'm under heavy, oppressive rain.