In the woods.
When it's raining.
This is the place where I can be myself.
I can cry. Be sad. Beat myself up over everything bad that's ever happened to me.
Until, I found out.
Someone was watching me...
Who? I have no clue.
But, whoever they are... they know I come here when I have feelings.
They have heard my rambles. My rants. My screaming fits. My sobs, and cries of agony.
They have witnessed my slow, painful dying inside. The blood from many falls. The tears of problems past.
They have heard my repetitive heartbeat, and screams.
And the worst part,
They know who I am...
