theres a rainbow

its ok to be weak, it will get better

blinded by the colors of an undesired presence

the storm pleasured me with nostalgia

i opened my heart to drops of pain and suffering

It was a puzzle that locked my heart in with no escape

it felt like quicksand stealing my soul forever 

my arms grabbing anything that would save my suffering

i drowned and fell into what is an excruciating world of agony

i bled until i almost had no more blood in my body

i starved until my body was deprived of its internal organs

i cried until i had no more tears

the beautiful thing about any storm

there is always a rainbow at the end