Rain

The rain outside, like the pitter-patter of feet,
Moistening my cheeks, as I walk along the street.
My tears are flowing hard, but the rain-washes them away,
It's dark and cold, despite it's the middle of the day.

Blood flowing from my open wounds, getting beat up again,
Cuts and bruises everywhere, I feel so brittle and thin.
My arm broken, bending in the wrong direction,
Walk to a puddle, and see my bloody reflection.

Left eye blacked up, shirt ripped and blood stained,
As the rain comes down harder, as to see I strain.
Lightning and Thunder boom and flash across the sky,
No one around to hold me, no one to help me not cry.

Rain pouring down, soaked from head to toe,
I'm so far from home, yet have nowhere to go.
Someone please, save me from the rain,
For I am so sad and in pain.

~*Who Cares?*~
~~NOT A TRUE STORY WRITTEN FOR CONTEST~~~