It never stops raining
In my head, on my face.
Most of the tears are for unrequited love,
Only the ones falling from my eyes.
The others are for the things I have seen,
Only the ones falling from my wrist.
My body is always numb.
I no longer feel anything…
Not the soft breeze,
Not the warm sun shinning on my face.
My soul is as dead as a winters’ night,
Cold as the ground,
As dark as the sky.
It hurts-
But it feels better.
I am gone…
and it feels so good.
