Someone once said standing under the rain it feels as if someone is washing your problems away.
Each tiny droplet cascading down your way holding tight to your body wiping each tears away.
Then why don't I feel that?
Each droplet brings me down making everything around me heavy.
Tears are added making me feel as if I've got a whole more to carry.
Each drop is like a tap on the shoulder only to turn to realise I'm alone.
The thunderstorm to worsen to bring about the feeling of loneliness.
The golden lighting to entice fear.
And the worse part is after everything else I'm probably going to get flu.
Leaving me to wallow on my own with no way of running away.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
Someone once said standing under the rain it feels as if someone is washing your problems away.
Each tiny droplet cascading down your way holding tight to your body wiping each tears away.
Then why don't I feel that?
Each droplet brings me down making everything around me heavy.
Tears are added making me feel as if I've got a whole more to carry.
Each drop is like a tap on the shoulder only to turn to realise I'm alone.
The thunderstorm to worsen to bring about the feeling of loneliness.
The golden lighting to entice fear.
And the worse part is after everything else I'm probably going to get flu.
Leaving me to wallow on my own with no way of running away.
