Rain
I love walking in the rain alone
So no one can tell I'm crying
Do to the pain of his everyday lying
His fingers match the bruises covering my body
And as he snatches me by my hair
I can feel less air entering my lungs
Time is running out and I fear without a dout so am I
It hurts so deep i'll call it pain
As my head hits the windows payne I climb out and sit about
Waiting for it to come again, the rain, maybe, just maybe, it'll wash away my pain
But here he is, laughing, and hitting me, but no one will see,
Alone in the rain I will cry
just waiting to die
by his hand...
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