Finally, I took your pictures down
The ones that hung above my desk and haunted me
Reminding me of better days when I had all I ever wanted,
When you would look me in the eyes and I'd desire nothing more...
When our intertwined fingers were my definition of perfection...

But why should I keep our sentimental moments front and center in my view 
When you've already burned the memories and scattered the ashes in the sea?

Too often I find my lovesick nostalgia suffocating me while I stare into your pretty Polaroid face.
So, I stuffed our every photo in the back side of a picture frame--
--a photo booth at senior prom, our graduation, a smiling push on a swing,
A black-and-white of holding hands, walking away, heads cast down but eyes lit bright--
--and I shoved them in a box, hoping that my mind will someday follow suit.

Here comes the rain;
Washing away my pain.
Making me feel so relieve,
Giving me reasons to believe.
Who do you expect to pay;
For my cold summer day?
For me, who's willing to cry?
I know no one, but the grieving sky.
Angels' tears continue to fall.
Melancholy rises to call.
As the rain embraces me,
Whispering "do not worry."
The pouring raindrops in my palm;
Is keeping my aching heart calm.
My lonely eyes can now hide its tears.
My sorrow can now vanish without fears.
As angels' tears continue to fall.

I get overwhelmed
by the idea that
there are people much more successful
and happier
and powerfull
than me
it makes me feel smaller than
the smallest grain of sand
in the big sahara
because I can't be such things

I get overwhelmed
by the idea that
there are people less successful
and sadder
and less powerful
than me
it makes me feel smaller than
the smallest plankton
in the big ocean
because i can't help them

*This keeps me awake at nights