Feeling the blackness creeping towards me, wishing I could escape its cold advance. Looking for a way out, and finding none.
Feeling defeat slipping upon me, I crumble underneath the weight of despair. Calling out, only for no one to hear, screaming my frustration into the air. I curse those who didn’t listen, or just didn’t care…

Silent tears that are never seen, the rain washes away all traces of pain. Standing in a storm, who would ever know just how much I've been hurt, or how much pain I've known. I love the rain, for it doesn't judge me as I cry, it hides my tears, and lets me see, that even the world cries tears of loss, and tears of pain...