Raindrops

This is just a poem I wrote earlier today. I want everyone to know that I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just best at writing sad poems. I can't even begin writing a happy poem. This isn't how I feel right now, but how I was feeling in February. We had just gotten back from Utah, where pretty much my entire family lives. I love visiting them, especially my cousins. I used to live in Utah, and I've probably spent more time there than any other state. I love the mountains and the weather there, and my grandma's house, and pretty much everything about it. I always feel really sad when I get back. I was listening to a song that I was listening to right when we got home. (Yes, it's by Regina Spektor.) It really reminded me of how I was feeling then, so I decided to write a poem about listening to the song when I got back. That's actually where I'm going on vacation to tomorrow, and I'm really excited. NOTE: Yes, Regina Spektor has a song called Raindrops, but that's not the song I'm writing about. Madeline pointed that out when I read it to her, but I didn't want to change the title. The song is called Ave Maria. Here it is if you want to listen to it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oG1HWHxIfEc

Raindrops

I feel so tired
I feel so alone
I feel so empty
I feel so cold

I don't want to do anything
I don't want to do nothing
I don't want to see people
I don't want to be alone

I try to fill the empty place
With sounds of vinegar and birds
I don't want calm
I want a storm

The words sound like nonsense
But they feel like a map
To some unknown treasure
That I'll never find

The words feel like raindrops
Soft at first
Just to tell you it's raining
And then they attack

The words pierce my skin like knives
In a language forgotten
But for an unspoken reason
They seem to understand

They know what I'm feeling
They just make it worse
But they say that it's better
Better to sink

To fall beneath the water
To go down, down, down
To sink, sink, sink
And then drown, drown, drown

Then I resurface
To the singing of birds
I want them to stop
I want the words to be heard

I feel so betrayed
By the language I don't understand
By those same words
Again and again

I don't want to do nothing
I don't want to do anything
So I let the raindrops fall
Piercing my skin