Rain.

Sadness and pain rain down on me.

Tearing at my soul, endlessly,

I try to cover it, I try to hide.

For fear, I will not cry.

My soul withers,

my soul weak.

But on the outside,

I must not speak.

In my mind there are walls.

Burried behind them a shadow calls.

That shadow, is my soul.

Miserable, tired, lost, with no control

Silence comes, it burns a hole through me.

Sadness and pain, rain down on me.

Tearing at my soul,endlessly

I do not cower, I do not hide.

For I just sit here and cry.

My soul not lifeless, my soul speaks.

Finally ,my mind decides to speak.