Blue Days: A Poem

A poem. Created for a contest... Sort of.

Blue Days

Pitter patter.
Drop drop drop.
The clouds are grey.
The rain won't stop.

The tears start coming.
My eyes turn red.
Sad thoughts grow in my head.

I can't stop crying
But when I do
it's because I'm dry
and I feel blue.

It makes you wonder
Wonder why
Things seem to get better
And still you cry

The world makes it seem
Like a stupid thing
But still you keep on crying

The world can't change
What your peers have made
And that's why
You're feeling blue and like dying