Rain.
When we're young we're taught that rain is just the clouds crying.
I'm sorry rain,
is what we'd say when the clouds were having a bad day.
But now we're older and we know of precipitation and condensation,
that the things the clouds felt was bull.
But I still like to talk to them,
because I know what it's like to have your feelings condemned.
I've been told that what I feel is fake,
like I was too young to know what I felt.
So as it rains today,
I'll make time to talk to the clouds
and try to make their day divine.
Because I know what it's like to be treated as if your feelings don't matter.
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RandomTW: this book will contain pieces of abuse, alcoholism, su*cide, weapons, rape, cutting, depression, anxiety, and eating disorders i include these topics because i prefer to write pieces that have deep meaning and connection to current issues going...
