Feeling lost as the rain pours down, turning my smile upside down, as the rain washes everything away except for my pain which remains. The pain lingers as the rain flows down the drain leaving me to suffer with this frown. I sit & listen to the rain while I'm left in pain, the pain of uncertainty not knowing the future that's ahead as the rain pours on this forgotten soul.

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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.