Stormy weather

This was gonna be my last chance
Fresh start
Gonna have a heart to heart
Restart.
Start again.
Replace a foe and find a friend.
Open up the closet door
See what it's hiding
What's in store.
Skeletons and child traumas
Broken hearts and teenage drama.
All the words that make mouths dry
Collect inside
It is there, they hide
With pride
A shadow cast on them.
What I wouldn't give
To join their games.
Here, silly me
Thought she could flee.
Begging jury
"Here my plea!"
It's wasted breath.
That's all I am,
Water and hormones mixed by hand.
By "god" they call him
I dare not believe
For he has taking life from me
From me my life was taken
Forsaken words like
"Love" and "Lust"
Words I know better than to trust.
Hope is lost,
Or on vacation.
Either way
It's switched locations.
It sends me postcards in the form
Of hallmark greetings like
"soon will pass the storm."
Well, comforting, the thought may be
It's a liar
And the storm won't cease.