The Sky Cries (a poem based on mental illness)

I look up
I wanna die.
My eyes tear up,
I look at the sky.

It’s cloudy, it’s dark
No sun, no spark.
It’s sad, it’s mourning.
Like all of us, it’s dying.

I feel a slight drizzle.
And so it begins.
The storm will start.
The tears of the sins.

Then more rain falls.
The sadness calls.

“Everyone’s going to die.
Our lives are all lies.
No matter how hard I try,
The sky will still cry.”

It cries for our sins,
It cries for the world.
It cries for us.
For all boys and girls.

The sky cries.
The sky dies.
I am just like the sky.
When it cries,
When it dies,
So must I.