Standing in the Rain

I'm here standing in the rain.
The reason is always the same.
I'm falling once again,
Falling into loneliness from the pain inside of me.

I've been left without a friend in this world.
Left dying on the bloody floor in a curl,
But now I stand in the rain and the blood comes off.
As the ground around me soaks with my blood,tears,and the rain.

The water is frigid cold,
On to life myself I barely hold.
The individual water droplets hit me.
They come off my hair strands as my eyes close.

The has a heavy rain smell,
of which I could never tell.
It smells like the crying of my loneliness.
The pain of all the cutting and lies.

My body is now completely chilled,
All the emotions of grief,suffering,and pain I have been filled.
Now the emotions of love and others I know not.
The rain cries as my tears join its' tears.

The clouds move above.
The wind pushes at me like a shove.
I walk down the lonely road.
As my emotions go away from me.

I stop in front of the gate,
Behind lies my fate,
The rain comes down harder,
And before I noticed I'm pushed against the gate.

The gate swings open before the wind.
I'm thrown into something again seems to be a trend.
The graveyard lies before me.
Now my tears come out.

Here is where my love is buried.
Here is where my emotions tarry.
The rain is now light,
And I am falling down.

Here I stay.
This is where my love lays.
The rain then steadily comes.
As I stand by her grave ,standing in the rain.