When the Rain Falls
When the rain falls so do my tears,
everything once so close dosen't seem
so near.
Happy times are broken and shattered
like the puddles when the rain hits,
I stand there and watch the sky and
think about what it must feel like to not
have to cry, to be happy al of the time, happy like the
sound of the wind chime.
Being as depressed as I am
is no fun at all. I get worse as
I watch the rain fall.
My tears begin to mix with the raindrops
that hit the ground. To hear
someone cry is the worst sound.
I cant be perfect, I never will be.
you'll just have to live with the real me.
