Pity filled days and lonelier nights .
Life of a mother , but not even a wife .
Emotional labour , swallows me whole I try to embrace it. But the pains feeling old .
Growing tired of dealing with pain.
My whole life I feel I've brought nothing but rain .
Not the kind that makes flowers grow , the kind that causes rot , ruins the mind , I'll rot your soul .
I feel I radiate the essence of bad . I push people away and they only seem glad.
And I couldn't blame them.
I'd be glad to be rid of me too
How can you love someone whose hearts ripped in two .
I give myself time , sun dries me out . The rain cloud that followed was killed in the drought .
For the first time it's sunny . And the pains not that bad , maybe I'll go out ? . Could that be so bad .
The beach felt like home , I feel the sand in my hands .
I think I'm just human , not inherently bad .