imitation of pain
By look how pretty she is when she falls down... •
Just another day.
It's raining outside.
Did you ever stop to feel the raindrops sliding down your face?
Like false tears, they run.
Do you understand the pain?
The breeze picks up and sweeps your hair in a tangled array.
And the rain pelts into your skin relentlessly.
But than the wind dies down.
And the rain yet again runs down your face softly.
Imitation tears.
Imitation pain.
Was yours real to begin with?
::theres this chic i know (dislike strongly) who fakes depression and well this started out about me but somehow twisted a bit.. but whatever hardley anyone understands my writting::