The Great Depression

Withered
I’m withered
broken and torn
the rain keeps falling
in this endless storm

My tears
are no matter
they just fall to the ground
and I keep screaming
but no one hears a sound

The thunder in the air
traps my voice in my throat
while the clouds are covering
any glimmer of hope

So I’ll choke on my sadness
and drown in my tears
while you live your life
I
am still here