I feel the rain seep into my bones,
I'm not cold, though I do feel the
water run the my veins, calling it home.
Home, I've forgotten what that is,
I can only remember the smell of
wet rain, and not being missed.
Maybe I should go inside someplace,
the iced wind keeps coating my lungs
and if I stay I might sick and waste.
Not that anyone would notice,
I'd just be an invisible corpse
rotting, feeling nothing but bliss.
No, I'll just get up and walk away,
my mind won't every stop if I don't
get up, I'll go, I just can't stay.
A/N
Yeah, I know I said I was going to try and post a Christmas poem, I'm sorry.
I tried but turns out I'm not a festive person. So here is this poem about rain.
p.s. Thank you all so much for +700 reads, that's crazy! I hope you all have a spectacular new year, and thank you for bringing some sun to my 2017.
The next time I post it will probably be 2018, so until then, thank you again!
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The Mind of a Teenage Outcast
Poetry//My second poetry book// Poetry about Depression/Self harm/Anxiety/Suicide and generally sensitive topics Possibly triggering Please read my first poetry book Brøken/Depressed Pøems Thanks *my own poems* Rankings - #221 in poem ...
