Sitting here watching the rain..
I hate rain by the way, but don’t take it personal..
I was wonder who hurt the sky? Maybe that’s why it’s raining.
“Does it a happy rain or a sad rain?”
Funny .. how I concerned about it when nobody does that to me..
I- why the **** did I exist?
How the hell did I end up in this life?
Why did I feel like I belong somewhere? With someone? because I don’t feel it here.
How do I get there?
I want to be somewhere where I belong.