Rain,
rain pouring down on everyone.
So many people yet I know few.
The rain hitting my umbrella like bullets trying to break me down with every drop.
I stand unable to think straight, my brain telling me that I am sad while not feeling anything at all.
Nothing is real, I keep telling myself.
Until I see it
that little black box that makes everything come crashing down and suddenly it's all too real.
Crying until it feels that I can't cry anymore as the box is put in its final place.
People speaking but I'm not listening as my brain goes through every moment, every memory.
The rain keeps pouring down, seemingly deafening.
Only focusing on certain things that will forever be in my memories.
The gunshots fired by the men in the uniforms just reminding me of him even more.
My brother placing the box in the ground.
None of it seeming real, yet all too real all at the same time.
All these thoughts and emotions racing through my head as the rain just keeps pounding down on my little, black umbrella like bullets, hitting harder with every drop.
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The Truth
PoetryThese aren't for pity or attention so don't give it to me. I write these because they are how I feel, no matter how bad they are. If you don't like it then don't read. ~Warning~ If you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with depr...
