seattle's sadness in spring time

sun creeps through those grey clouds over head
and i had a better day
but just because someone with depression
says they had a better day
doesn't mean they got better
the day is still grey but without any rain
and slowly the rain stopped
and the puddles dried
along with some tears
like flowers bloom
healing takes time
like creeks flow smoothly
tears fall from my eyes with each blink
but they always dry
so i cry and cry and cry
i get it all out
and by spring time i'm done
the weather gets better
here comes the sun
and i say to myself
every saint has a past
every sinner has a future
but i'm just a suicidal kid
telling other suicidal kids
that suicide isn't the answer
so one day i look forward
to leaving the comfort i feel in the grey
behind the clouds
behind the mist
but i live in seattle
where hiding is easy
so hopefully spring 
will bring
a new beginning