I've got all of my raindrops.
Sometimes I just want to cry until the pain stops.
Cut out feelings,friendships,and all endeavors.
Until my heart became earthquakes,violence,and tremors.
Time slows.
I swear sometimes it feels like nobody knows.
I said it a million times,I even filled it with countless passionate rhymes.
And I made my poetry sound pleasant and rhythmic.
And I'll admit,it really got therapeutic.
But what's the point of therapy if there's ain't any shiny pills to stop the pain?
If there ain't listening ears to rant and try to blame.
If there ain't any raindrops with my rain.
My dirt is so dry despite all this moisture.
Sometimes in my body,I feel like an imposter.
It's cold inside,with this icy feeling I hide.
I just want some raindrops with my rain.
Please,just give me some raindrops with my rain.
