On edge

Its raining in my heart, my soul is wet through
sky overhead filled with thunder, storm clouding my view
I just want to escape the bad weather in my mind
take a walk into a world of sunshine, where the clouds aren't so unkind

I feel on edge, my senses are peaked
like a man on a ledge ready to leap
I took a long walk, climbed from the deep
I was at rock bottom, I tried to break free

Like a battle in my head, the bullets are crashing
the bomb blast fragments, of my memory smashing
I cant contain the thoughts, they are starting to gnaw
too many lost battles, and this - just the start of the war

I'm filled with doubt and self hate; around my neck a lead weight
not a necklace one can forget, this internal debate
not a chain with a heart; given to show that you care
more like a noose - a dead weight hanging there

The loathing comes in waves, great tidal avalanches
when the mood drops down deep, hurt inside grows new branches
a tree torn to shreds by the waters sheer force
my screams try to come, but my throat has grown hoarse

Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.