Shay Mitchell (Idaho)

My kind of rain,
comes from my heart.
everytime i'm depressed,
i let that rain out.
i'm not the kind of girl to cry,
or show any emotions.
countless times people are oblivious to my pain,
just because i paste a smile on my face.
when i'm alone,
i let my rain out.
my warm, red, painless rain,
my blood is my rain.
no matter what your thinking,
i'm not crazy.
i'm simply the kind of girl,
that doesn't know how to let her rain out.
i'm just me,
and i rely on my rain...

As you can probably tell, i'm a cutter. and i wish everyday that i wasn't. because it is an addiction that is almost impossible to quit. but anyone who is a cutter, understands this poem. and anyone who isn't, well your probably just thinking i need some help. But this is just how i deal with all my pain, and all the crap that happens in my life. It represents so many things.