Why is rain bad?
It's truly beatiful.
It gives us water.
It gives us life.
But it is mostly depicted as...
Gloomy.
I sit in the rain,
My hair flattening out slightly.
I smiled bitterly as I look up.
For no one can see me cry.
I look around,
Knowing I should be happy.
I have no excuse for sadness.
Others have endured more,
Yet they think of it as nothing.
Yet here I am.
Crying on the rain over something that happened years ago.
Why do people hurt others?
For power?
Fame?
Or did their own satisfaction?
Why did they do that?
Why did she torment me?
Why do I still care?
I should just stop.
But I can't.
For this thing inside me called, Humaity,
Prevents me from doing so.
Just as it rains,
And flowers grow.
I will grow from the storm you threw at me.
Or will I drown?
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Refrain from Tricking Yourself
PoetryA happy looking book isn't what it always seems. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ ~this includes things like depression, self harm, intrusive thoughts, etc. so if you think this will trigger you, please don't read it. i don't want you to get hurt. warnings are m...
