I have a long list of reasons why I should be dead.
And I feel like they're written across my forehead.
I'm a soul walking under the rain.
And I have holes in me where my happiness escapes.
But I have learned to soak it all up and deal with it.
My skin is now thicker and can withstand all your bullets.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
