Woke up in a mess,
found myself in another nightmare,
a reality nightmare.

It was raining,
but then again it has been raining,
since you left.

Empty on the inside and out,
you used to fill them w warmth,
but when you left you took everything away,
including a part of me

It is still raining in this nightmare,
the thought of it stopping is a fantasy,
the thought of recovering is a taboo,
the thought of you is still blue.