They said that sad people liked rain, because they felt like they weren't crying alone. But I've always disliked rain. I felt like the sky had the freedom to shed as many tears as it wanted, after all, it's us who bear the consequences, not it. I guess you could say I felt envious because it's not that simple for me to let out my emotions like it does.
It took me a shattered heart and salty tears which were hid by the rain water to realize why the sad people could find comfort in it while I couldn't. It was because I wasn't sad. I was numb. And I was tired of being numb, which lead me to be tired of Living.
-Samaira
STAI LEGGENDO
Pain to Poetry
Poesia"Never Judge anything by its appearance. Even a white rose has thorns and a black shadow." -Unknown |•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•| A flower blooms as another d...
