Rain
I’m sitting here in the cold, damp rain
I can feel the tightness in my chest
My mental pain turned into physical pain
They say I just need to rest
One a day and one at night
I start to feel sane
I have this bad fright
They say I’m just insane
I’m in a room filled with people
I stay back with fear of conversation
The panic of talking feels like a staple
Again I prefer the precipitation
Im here sitting in rain
Trying to escape from my own pain
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