I Fear the Rain!
The very sound of it is like nails to a chalk board
It has no mercy on people like me
when it rains I do not hear the soothing pitter patter, I hear screams
Words of the heart I cannot speak, voices in my head they never leave. Pain felt deep in my soul does not escape, darkness penetrates, seeps through my cape.
The limit to your existence.
Noone knows how long or short it is.
Noone can predict when you'll reach your end of the rope.
If you waste your life on dwelling on the past,
Sometimes the mistakes we make in this world become better, others worse. But no matter the outcome, they are never truely mistakes.
I started writing poems in middle school my seventh grade year. It started when a friend of mine was writing some pretty dark poetry about her non-existent depression. I ended up trying to write some and a lot of mine turned out to be darker than her's.
so, i have gotten some measages from some fans of my work or those who just want to be my frien ...