Unscathed, Yet Hurt Poem by Carly Almonde

looking up at the falling rain,
everything becomes clearer.
my choices, my emotions,
it all begins to make sense.
while some people do not approve of my choices,
they were mine to make.
and while some got hurt in the process,
i did not come out unscathed.
i'm sorry i hurt you, but i had to.
trust me, it's not like i never loved you.
and i don't mean love love, but i mean friend loved.
i never did not care.
yet it fell apart like an unraveled like a rug.
each fight a chord,
now wrapped around my sword.
my defenses are gone, my walls fallen,
and somehow i had the strength to tell you it was over.
my sword is gone but my shield is up,
Watch me as i bleed into a cup.
bleed, what a word,
i believe you know it well.
ah, well, tis over, tis over.

the cloudy sky looks tired,
As it frowns down upon the earth.
the rain is it's tears,
as it hears the teenager's fears.
and it grumbles when it learns the truth,
the awful goodness truth.

the rain makes things clearer,
and while your clothes are plastered to your body,
and you feel like crying,
you know that somehow everything will be alright.
the rain is a rebirth of the earth,
as each dropp revives it.

this is all nonsense,
i appologize for these words,
for they make no sense.
but then again,
have i ever made any sense?