When It Rains…
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not be sad at the sight of rain. Coincidentally, the lowest points in my life have been drenched by memories made in the rain. So now, while a typhoon rages through the country, as I battle against my “mother-complex complications”, as I desperately hold on from going beyond the brink of my pain threshold–I welcome the rain. Because it weeps for the tears I can never shed and it washes over with painful gentleness, these fissures in my deeply scarred heart.
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Wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See a liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I’d screamed out loud,
Instead I’ve found no meaning.I guess it’s time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble.
It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain.
