The Pain of the Storm
The pain, oh, the pain
There’s nothing there but it hurts
You said you’d always be here
but when I needed you, you weren’t
Tears streaming down my face
like waterfalls from my own eyes
I need to hurt, I don’t know why
Me to myself I show despise
It’s a hair-ripping, silent-screaming
inside sort of pain
If emotions turned to weather
I’d be forever in the rain
The voices, they drive me crazy
to hysterics, insane, mental
while the outside of my stormy mind
seems quite serene and gentle
I hope one day the storm dies down
at least for a little while
my mind will stop, I can breathe
and I might start to smile
I pray this day comes really soon
because that’s when I’ll stop hurting
Though I’ll let you know, even in the pain
You were always worth it
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