Rainbows and Depression

The rainbow stretches across the sky,
how could something so sad, like rain, be so happy?
it's like taking physics and brushing it off your shoulder,
rising up through the stratosphere,
You hug the sun,
asking it to warm you,
but it doesn't,
it spits you back down,
you land on your knees,
praying for mercy,
asking for forgiveness,
But it doesn't come,
no one loves you,
no one wants you,
and once you stop telling yourself that it is a lie,
it will be truth,
and your knees will buckle,
and you will eat the dirt,
the only one who understands you,
and you are looked down on,
No one wants to know you,
no one wants to be your friend,
you are an outcast,
the only one beautiful outcast.