You see her walking down the street
With her hair swaying all nice and neat...

Sneaking thoughts crawled unseen within me
Waiting for the moment when they would be set free...

Sad rain is poetically silent yet also loud
It whispers on the surface but inside it screams...

They just assumed it was like every other day
That she wanted to die but she'd be okay...

Take a deep breath and soar
Way up high over beautiful shore...

Sometimes there is a drought in my soul
And the rain won't fall day or night...

I was hoping it'd be a different kind of day
But the thoughts in my head won't go away...

They whispered hushed conversations
As they quietly voiced their temptations...

Who am I but an individual being?
I am small and young, yet I am seeing...