Despite my senses I feel dead inside.
Raindrops travel down my face,
but I still don't feel alive.
They're just like teardrops from Heaven,
the tears I'm unable to cry.
These raindrops mean something to me,
I just can't figure what or why.
I hear the thunder rolling,
and water pattering off the roof.
The lighting could strike me down right now,
and no one would have a clue.
My emotions are really lacking,
I can't feel anything.
Despite all of my senses,
I don't see a point in living.
The rain just keeps falling,
emotions I'm unable to convey.
Life goes on, and I keep striving.
The sun will rise again someday.