| Rain |
| It rains outside. Reminding me of my pain is nature's favorite past time. So much fun for everybody, but me. I could go all out in anger and frustration, but I won't. This is what I get for thinking so much. It hurts inside. Tearing me up to pieces, ripping away at my soul. Confusion. Flowing into my head. It's so much fun for everyone, but me. I could go all out in anger and frustration, but I won't. It rains outside. |