Summer Skies

Girl in a jacket

The summer sky is a lie, it tells no truth.

Because how can the sky be so clear from clouds when my life has nothing but dark clouds in them?

No end to my distress, all I have is this pen.

No friend nearby to tell me my mind is not functioning properly

No end to the voices in my head, they talk frequently, constantly

No silver lining, so how can the sky be so clear?

Summer skies summer skies, oh how they do lie.