Have you ever felt that burning feeling that starts in your chest then spreads out through your every limb. The burning moves out fast and rapid like a forest fire and even though you try and fight against it, it comes back twice as bad. And once you give into it, the sky above your forest fills with grey clouds and it starts to rain, slowly at first but it begins to get quicker. And then your crying, you don't want to but you are and you can't stop. You cry until the clouds run out of rain and you finally believe that the hurt is over. But you realise quickly that what's left behind is almost worse than what had happened before. Everything the fire and the clouds touched are broken and stained and the only thing you can do is cover the mess thats left behind up. And to you what you do to cover the damage doesn't matter, as long as what's underneath is hidden, hidden from the world.
