pitter-patter sounds the drops of rain
it hits hard againts the window
collecting the puddles of trouble to gain
the mistakes permanent for tomorrow
the clouds still grey, air is still
fire is still burning and the heat is stronger
So many thoughts that fill
pressure too hold within longer

Alert thickens as I lean in
Blood rises as I begin to touch
The line between hope is getting thin
I'm not able to hold onto that much
Rain drops sneak in and stream down
Glass shatters down and water on the ground
melancholy sinks deeper into me, as I drown
Action rises, while silence hushes the sound

As it gets more harsh, I cover my eyes
Don't want this to take place, please stop
Rain lessons down, fading away as it dries
Laying on the floor speechless, seeing hope drop
Breathing and shaking, traumatized
Wander off to a mindless sense of denial
Left in a place to be ordealized
The choices keep running with no style

Flashbacks and memories, haunt
Wishing for the tricks of the imagination
That power taken from me begins to taunt
Finding a better self imitation
Wound up in such distress
Soaking in thoughtful pain
the truth is hard to confess
yet it makes me so strain

No one wanting to stop and to aid
It gives so much damage from the ignorance 
the only reflecting truth is the blade
Each slash gives a disturbance
Red blood seems more cold then rain, and the use
Time ticks by, this is all I can bare
Escaping and hiding, as the affection of abuse
The reflection from the window is a lifeless stare

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