It pains me sometimes when I’m hurt + it’s raining + I need the sound to wash away my sorrow.
BUT MY WALLS ARE BUILT A LITTLE TOO THICK for the noise to enter and for my thoughts to escape. And I’ve been trying to break them down but I don’t wanna fall to my death. But maybe, I do. Because maybe then, I’d felt something other than you.  And it’ll probably hurt less than the state we left in. But that’s okay,someday I’ll have a reason to laugh + smile again, and I’ll build myself a house with windows for walls so the rain can leave a white noise to wash you away.