I trudge through the motions
but inside i want to cry
my world is always rainy
where everything wants to die
You left me bleeding and broken
Taken from your evil ways
Soothing words surround me
but inside, i'm not okay
So i'm left out in the cold
the rain drenches me through
As you huddle in the warmth
still going without a clue
And my days go on unknowing
stuck in this state of mind
Why does it always rain on me?
When will it ever shine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when your heart is bleeding, sometimes the rain helps to wash away the pain. The rhyming in your poem kept me reading to the end.