Here Comes the Rain

Here comes the rain,
washing away my pain,
I wish it wasn't from my vein,
without it though I would go insane

The drops slowly hit the floor,
red stains spread more and more,
looking for support you slowly grab the door,
standing up so slowly you're feeling rather sore

looking at the mess you have made,
you know that you have paid,
your life for no pain that was the trade,
not even in your head are you afraid

Telling yourself not to cry,
you wish that you could die,
hiding your thoughts.. you had to lie,
but in your mind the event flys by

wishing only at times peolple would forget you,
your feelings become more and more blue,
it was decided at some point you were done and through,
this is not a lie you know.. it is true

One last drop,
it goes so slow everything seems to stop,
slowly falling it lands on top,
spreads out so slowly you did not hear the plop

seeing becomes harder,
things are looking darker,
like they were ruined by a marker,
extreme confusion only makes it harder

you could not just ask yourself why,
instead you let it fly by,
allowed yourself to die,
and now... I must say.. Good-Bye

-*-*-Late night poem go easy on me...-*-*-*-