My little grey cloud

It follows me everywhere i go
it pours upon me it's cries
cries of pain and sorrow
holding back the truth, only telling lies
i have no shelter to get away
from the rain pouring down
wishing the cloud would decay
or plummet itself into the ground
i look up and it's always there
waiting for me to trip
so it's torment it can bear
all that's left for me to do is not slip
hoping the storm will soon quit
waiting for it to stop
but what the lightning emits
is my destined 6 foot drop
i have to stay where i am
underneath my little grey cloud
so i won't end up in a 6 foot slam
no time to scream aloud
I'll have to deal with my brokenness
that started deep inside
i have to bear the wretchedness
unless in the drop i confide