I am the rain,
that hides your tears.
I am the shadow,
that masks your fears.
I am the scars,
that cover you arm.
I am the pain,
that gives you alarm.
I am the blade,
that cuts you too deep.
I am the horrors,
that take your sleep.
I am the lover,
that broke your heart.
I am your life,
that fell apart.
I am the writer,
writing of us.
I am the feelings,
you wont discuss.
I am the thing,
making you cry,
and from doing this to you.
I just want to die.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
I am the rain,
that hides your tears.
I am the shadow,
that masks your fears.
I am the scars,
that cover you arm.
I am the pain,
that gives you alarm.
I am the blade,
that cuts you too deep.
I am the horrors,
that take your sleep.
I am the lover,
that broke your heart.
I am your life,
that fell apart.
I am the writer,
writing of us.
I am the feelings,
you wont discuss.
I am the thing,
making you cry,
and from doing this to you.
I just want to die.
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