Even though the sky is nice today and the birds are out,
I feel down and out

My progress sucks, and no matter what it stays
I try to work harder, but to no avail
Who will save from my hail?

The weather beats down on me, hard ice on top of me
And I sit down and kneel, my head into my hands to weep

(Sorry for the sucky poem, I'm just having a terrible day today.) It doesn't rhyme because I don't rhyme
*Trust me NOT A SUICIDE THREAT!!!!*