That Big Sigh

Looking at the sky;
I thought I saw a dark shadow
When I lift my hands up high,
I try to let go of my sorrow
And the moment that I cry,
I guess I was just feeling so low
Trying to still be that kind
Who struggles hard for life tomorrow

Now don't get me wrong,
For it's only in my writing
Whenever things go wrong,
I'd buck up and start rhyming
Faith was never gone,
Though often times I'd be mumbling
Hope has always won me
When at times I'd feel like dying

When at times I could feel
The nails are slicing through my skin
It hurts quite as much
As barbs poking through my skin
Happens mostly at times
When I'd crave for such chagrin
When all I needed was
A reality check that's condign

For all I'm feeling now is rage
The kind that destroys my charade
Not much of need now; this adage
For I'm in need of a parade
Or a grenade...
It depends...
I think...