Rain

My eyes are crying...
Inside I feel like dieing...
Flowing tears...
I’m afraid to look into the mirrors…
Afraid of what I might see
I do not want this to be...
I do not like my reflection
My bloody wrists is my new collection
And you still can not realize,
That I hate when you criticize
I’m torn, slowly fading into no one
And I can not see the sun…
Just rain…
Filled with bits of my pain…
I cant remember how to be happy
It must feel so good

Hayley ©
*does it? feel good i mean? just tell me...please so i have something to try to acheive...*