At first it was sprinkling,
But now it is pouring,
And pounding down onto my head,
My clothes are wet,
They're weighing me down,
But I just cannot go back to bed,
My emotions are dying,
I just feel like crying,
Even though my tears wouldn't show,
They'd stream down my cheeks,
And onto my neck,
But the rain would disguise them so,
I don't need an umbrella,
Or tall rubber boots,
To protect me from the rain,
The reason I'm standing,
Outside in the open,
Is to wash away my pain,
My make up is gone,
Or at least to the point,
That it's running down my face,
My long pale arms,
Are covered with blood,
But the knife has not a trace,
My hair feels quite heavy,
It covers my face,
As I'm looking down,
So you cannot see,
My teary smudged cheeks,
And my motionless frown,
The rain is still washing away my pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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