right hands uphold

my name is raincloud
dreary is my business
that language has graced my lips more often than a kiss
a new me is trying to live under the weight of my words
the spoken curse
i have been telling myself to die
when all i want is to be alive

i whisper only the most insipid secrets
my sharing is a ploy
there are enough self made regrets
to hinder all the joy

but your strength is made perfect in my weakness