"April showers bring May flowers",
I've read that this gives us powers.
That no-matter what it will bring help,
But no help is given as I yelp.
I yelp, scream, cry, and beg,
All for him to leave my head.
"April showers bring May flowers",
But I don't think this will give me powers.
'Cause my flowers are yet to arrive,
As I dig deeper and begin to dive.
My showers are more than rain,
They are the essence of my pain.
My showers are knifes thrown deep into my skin,
As my mind begins to spin.
I believe that my flowers will come,
As my misery has not yet won.
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