Little Girl Made Up of Rain Clouds

Little girl made up of rain clouds, Endless array of tears from her eyes as the storms never stop, Can't even eat because turbulent rivers fill her insides, Doesn't sleep because thunder rumbles day in and day out in her brain, Falling apart because the sunshine never reaches her. Do you see bright light as you look out into the world? She doesn't. She wants to oh so badly, but she can't. Dark hues the color of asphalt tint every glimpse she gets of the world she's made to live in. She's tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally. Tired of the grim gray view she's been made to see. Tired of restless nights clawing for the warmth her insides are never blessed to feel. Tired of the rain she can never reach shelter from. If she lies on the burning sidewalk in the heat of the summertime will it all go away? Will she go away? Evaporate into thin air? Float on to a happier place? A happier place where she can be reborn into a little girl made of rays from the sun. Sounds like death though am I right? The little girl kisses her rain clouds goodbye. "Till death do us part." Farewell. Goodbye.