It Seems Like it’s Always Cloudy

Somewhere it seems

it’s always raining

and when it rains

it pours

even when the skies

are clear.

And for some

the storm never leaves,

it only grows louder

and more intense,

even indoors.

There is no escape

the inevitable will happen

the desires will continue

and the constant pressure

will always be there

to do more

be more

be someone

or something

even when you don’t have it

or were never meant to.

The feeling of being tormented

to produce

never goes away

it’s boundless

unchecked

unregulated

marching

towards an ever present

hell

one

where the only relief

is to get there faster

so you don’t have

to slit your wrists.