When there's downpour
The out poor is bleeding from the sky
Feeding into the night
Fueling the thoughts in my mind
And I can't think past a moment
The sky tears me open
And I am part of the problem
Because I let it win
And I can't face anything
Because you're facing away
And I miss the way
We used to be
Before my mind ran away from me
And stole every piece I needed
Why is half of me dead
And the other half insane
And unable to cope with herself
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Notes by Nailinthewall
PuisiIf you enjoy reading poetry, songs and quotes by a mentally ill female with a sense of humour then this is the book for you!
