just wrote this for my english class in 5 seconds.

There is nothing
Beautiful about the sky

The frigid air almost pierces my skin
Tears welling in my eyes solidify into ice.
Is it the wind causing the waterworks
or could it be my heart?

This weather is ugly, dark
but no matter how much I hate it
there is not a thing I can do to change it.

It’s like looking at you.
I’m disgusted.
Cold to the bone, I feel sick.

This winter solstice wants me dead,
Sometimes I feel the same.

But in the morning I know it will be sunny
…always with a chance of rain.