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.