It is raining.
They say rain helps the earth,
but why is it the rain never helps me?
It never washes away my pain,
Or comforts me when Im angry.
It doesnt help the pain Ive felt for far too long.
Pain that has accumulated over the countless dawns.
You caused all this,
all this anguish I feel,
you may not have meant to,
but the fact still remains,
the feelings are still real.
I forgave you for what u had done,
hoping we could forget and forget
come to find out,
you still werent ready to commit.
Well I must tell you,
Im tired of hurting,
Im tired of feeling blue.
So Im sorry to say goodbye,
but I must start anew.
The book called life needs a new chapter,
one that does not know the word hurt,
not now, during or hereafter.
As I say goodbye my dear friend hurt,
ill say its been one hell of a ride,
and I just pray to myself,
you wont one day,
make me again start to slide.
