the rain hits my skin
feeling refreshing
feeling clean
the cold wind makes it worse
i start to shiver
why does this happen so often
why can i never sort my thoughts properly
i try
and i try
but nothing works
walking is my escape
the atmosphere healing my soul
ripping me apart from the inside
to rebuild my being stronger
but we both know how that ends
i wish i could say well
i wish i was healed from everything after that night
but i'm not
nor will i be for a very long while
but i can still wish
wish for you to come to me
to tell me it's alright
show me the brighter side of life again
until then
i'll be here
waiting for you
even if you never come
just know i'm trying.
YOU ARE READING
stupid poetry
Poetrylittle dip into my head. poetry style. caution, possible trigger warning as i don't know what will be in this.
