The pain I feel is horrid.
The rain outside is pouring.

The drops of water echo down the hallways.
Outside is damp, cold and stormy.

The pain of the rain will drain me.
The pain of my heart will make me insane.

The choice is yours.
Take it or leave it.

Take the moment right now.
Live it and seize it.

The dreams you have.
Fill an empty mind.

And empty thoughts do not determine untold secrets and white lies.

So promise that you will show some sort of respect.
Don't make another cry.

Cold to the touch.
And a sigh of relief.

Broken branches fall.
In the air float the leaves.

The perfect way.
To a semi-perfect day.

Force me to feel.
During times I can't heal.

Not given the time to mend.
To frantic to comprehend.

And though you wouldn't understand.
You don't feel what I feel of course.

All I feel is pain.
And all I feel is resentful remorse.