The April Situation

God give and always taketh away

But the solace and the doom remains

On my knees and alone I await the grave

Bleeding out my veins

No one knows the weight of sorrow

Bears down and breaks my clavicles

Too far from both the beginning and end

The seasons change without me

Few things can compare to the weather in April

And nothing is real

See the mirror and it reminds me

I hate myself and I always will

Misery needs no other company

Seasons change despair still remains