Poems For Life

Rain Helps

The rain is my tears,

The ones I can not cry,

I've ran out of reason,

For all the saddness I hide,

It feels as if it cares,

As if the weather wants to help,

But it has no clue,

Of what hidden darkness,

Hides behind the truth,

The rain is nice,

The rain is calm,

For everything it has done,

To make it all wrong,

It feels as if I care,

Sometimes far too much,

If all I do,

Is get hurt worse in the end,

I thank the rain for trying,

To help me cry my tears,

My hidden tears are in better hands,

Now they hide in plain sight,

Instead of behind closed doors.