once, I told you that I loved the
sound of thunderstorms

but it hasn't felt sunny
since you left.



I'm so tired
of hearing this rain.

fetch me my coat
my shoes are by the door
i am not waiting for you anymore

there has been a drought
that has starved me to death
but i have better things to do
with my dying breath.

my mirror has shattered;
my glass façade.
i no longer urge myself
to fuel your cause

Sometimes
even Crying
is hard...

Hour after hour, day after day I sit here and try to pray, my conscious won't let go of all this ****** pain, all this hate keeps building up.my life as it once was has somehow escaped, I dread the agony, yet there's so much more to come, my soul is lost in all my sorrows ill go to sleep tonight hoping to see tomorrow, if my body awakens from this dreadful rest ill go through this day praying its the start of my new beginning.