The Story Of Rain

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Once when I was younger, 

I used to look down at the world and ponder,

The sound a gun makes when it's being fired.

 Is it the start of a war, or to kill an innocent man in a rally?

Why some choose a coffin and others the back ally

with a spoon in one hand and a syringe in the other.

Why some cries for help could only be seen by the marks on their bodies,

until their bleeding hearts can no longer pump.

When child cries,

and his drug addicted mother is no where in sight.

When loved one dies,

how long does it take before they are forgotten

When a blind man stumbles 

and there is no one to put him back on his feet.

When the fat lady cannot sing because

the constant bullying of her weight

has lead her to a tragic fate.

Once when I was younger, 

I used to look down at the world and ponder,

why am I up here,

seperated from desperation and fear

My tiny little heart,

feels like it's falling apart

and there is this indescribable urge 

to go down below, because some how I know,

that this pressure will be lifted.

But amongst the thousands of us, 

will anyone know if I ever existed?

Once when I was younger,

I used fall into the world and ponder.

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Nothing's wrong with me I just never really wrote a sad poem before.... Haha

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