The Rain

You left me here, around all fear. I temp myself, to self harm, people think i should be left in a loony farm.

No one cares if i cry, so what will they think when i die, and ready to fly.

I'm ready to leave and attack, and never will i come back.
I was drowned in your blood. Still sitting in the mud.

Have you ever been kissed by the rain? It makes you feel more pain.
The rain kissed me goodbye, it says it's time for me to die.

It says it's time for me to be kissed by death, time for me to breathe my final breath.