Just when you've had enough, life gives you more. And just when you think it's rained enough, it starts to pour.

There's a sad sort of rain falling in my head.

I think I'll let you cry me to sleep..so baby, do me the honors and show me how to cry.

I guess pillows and blankets aren't enough to block out me screaming at..me..

I remember how you screamed at me. But i was only a tree and you a leaf and there was nothing i could do about the rain.

Darling...why does my heart feel so heavy?

I guess i have to face facts one day, i will never be ok again

They say that I'm a good person. Either they're lying, or they don't know me at all.

I know you're just trying to help, but your guilt trips just drive me further into my self destruction.

Am I even alive?
I can't really tell.
I'm still just trapped in my own little hell.